"Such a demanding individual," he says, a light sort of quip when he's not intending to be obstinate. Working together to get out of situations he's not equipped to handle has started to become a pattern.

She has a point, therefore he'll cooperate up until he thinks something's needlessly dangerous. (Like the elevator actually starting to slip.) He turns his phone toward the ceiling, sliding his finger over the screen to keep it active. "What are the chances of any exit having a manual override we can access from this side of things?"