Well, some folks ain't meant for waitin' on the cavalry.

[ audible teeth in his voice, a grin to mirror that smirk. he's running a hand through his wet hair, then turning his head to survey the interior of the elevator shaft, still barely visible. it's a dull relief to know that elevators don't seem to change much from universe to universe--he spots the control panel at the top of the elevator and hunkers down over it. ]

We're between floors ... we could climb up, but I like to do things the easy way.

[ he flicks open the panel and uses his arm to illuminate the text under the toggles. ]

Where's your stop, partner? [ what floor, he means. ]