...Seventh floor. Maybe eighth? [ There's a risk here, and he feels a flicker of apprehension. Alone, he could pull it off with his eyes closed. With an unknown quantity he needs to protect...
He lifts with his shoulders, pushing at the ceiling panel until it shifts to the side with surprising ease. Then he pulls himself through with practiced ease, careful not to dirty the broad shoulders more than necessary. ]
Hope you don't mind tight spaces. [ And he'll reach down a hand as soon as he has his weight braced again. ]
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He lifts with his shoulders, pushing at the ceiling panel until it shifts to the side with surprising ease. Then he pulls himself through with practiced ease, careful not to dirty the broad shoulders more than necessary. ]
Hope you don't mind tight spaces. [ And he'll reach down a hand as soon as he has his weight braced again. ]
You need a hand?