It takes a moment for him to register what her words are telling him about a shared origin point; he links it to the Eluvio because of the dog-tags. It'd not been intentional on his behalf, nor would he want it to be; he keeps his phone steady to light her progress and offers a noise of acknowledgement from the back of his throat.

"Chats over coffee are much more pleasant," he says, agreeing with the ultimate stated goal. Conversations on the universe they were in before they were here can wait. He's no more pleased being stuck in another situation due to black outs than she is; grateful, because this time it's not bordering on catastrophic failure leaving them to potential freeze or asphyxiate in the vacuum of space.

Little victories, really. It's all in the little victories.

"Though it might not be so easy as simply deciding that on our own. This building didn't look like it was experiencing brownouts earlier..." He sighs, watching her work on the ceiling panel. "I would have avoided the elevator if the lights were on reduced wattage."