There's very nearly a grumble when the elevator stutters to a stop - but of course it would. Nothing could exactly be that simple, right? After being on some weird star ship, blowing up a planet, and the lot, nothing would probably ever be 'normal' or 'boring' again and frankly sh might be beginning to miss times in Romdeau where life was calm, natural and measured. Sometimes that control freak part of her mind came out in a fairly vigorous way, but not so much so as right now. She's aware it's only her and one other man in the elevator, but she'd been content, before it had stuttered in to darkness, to leave things in silence on her way to get her coffee.

A pale hand comes to her forehead to momentaily rub in frustration before reminding herself that that is precisely how she will ruin her skin -

But then she's looking up, a little hatch at the top of the elevator, and calculating her reach.

"I'd rather not drop in this, or anything, really. Point your flash light up.. I'm going to se how close to an exit we my be from the top."

Bossy.