[She reaches for his hand and grips it, squeezing it tight, her fingers snagged around his. It's a way of saying thank you, and of connecting, and of reassuring all at once.
She holds on for a moment before she lets go to type again.]
Well I won't tell you not to worry about me, but I'll do better to stay out of trouble.
[She looks at the chalk and points up. She's not sure which floor she was on, but they're bound to find it, and she doesn't think she was below the sixth floor.]
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She holds on for a moment before she lets go to type again.]
Well I won't tell you not to worry about me, but I'll do better to stay out of trouble.
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[A small smile, and then he nods toward the elevator.]
Up or down?
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