What do you call two people who come from times without elevators, who are currently stuck in one? Screwed, probably.

Damen is frowning in the darkness, reaching out to push the buttons that normally make the box move, but they don't seem to have any effect this time. After a moment, a single bulb flickers to dim, barely-there life - an emergency light, but it just seems like more suspicious technology to Damen.

"This never happens with stairs," he grumbles, politely shifting himself to put his back to the opposite wall. It's about the most he can do. He can't exactly make himself smaller in this confined space. "Stairs and torches seem so much more reliable."