"God, you really couldn't wait, could you?" One hand shoots out to steady her shoulder before he thinks better of it, and elects to lean onto the wall instead. He turns the scalpel over and over in his hand, breathing heavily.

"I was gonna say we should try and bide our time and sneak out slowly," he mutters, pushing sweat-slicked hair from his forehead, "but this works too."

Which is Tim's sarcastic way of saying yes, please, how soon and how quickly can we make this happen? His eyes rake about the surrounding hallways.

"I say we've got maybe five minutes before people figure out what we've done and we're stuck here for the rest of...however long these things last. You find an exit yet?"