[ And just like that, that perplexed expression is gone, replaced by something much brighter and perhaps a bit amused. If Etan can speak and sing, what's a talking feline, particularly one with a bit of spirit to her? Promising, that's what. ]

I assume that means this thing is stuck. Pity. I was rather enjoying myself.

[ Elevator surfing, not that she knows full well what that is. Her entire reason for being inside the space was to figure out how it worked. Discovering the fun had been a plus, but there's not much of that to be had now. Weird dialect, though. Sparing their pending trek an upward glance, she'll be leaning in a bit and reaching down to grab a paw and hoist the unfortunate box rider up perhaps a bit too easily. ]

Come on, then. I don't know about blowing anything, but there's no point in staying now. How well can you climb?