The door to the collections room opens and he steps out into the hallway that leads to the lobby, sniper rifle out just in case something's decided to take up residence here.

"You shouldn't do that, I make terrible life choices. Like drinking beer before liquor, or wearing pastels out of season, or not waiting half and hour after eating to swim."

They're getting out of here, walking away, so his humor is starting to return, a little less forced than before.

"But above ground is going to be a lot faster and more direct, so that's my vote."