He shook his head and it wasn't clear if that was addressing the question or the assertion.

"We were disoriented when we woke up. Intentionally so," he said with some difficulty. "We might not be looking for a normal door; a lot of this building is metal. It might be more like a hatch."

He reached for the railing, trying to pull himself to his feet, but the section he was holding gave out and sent him sprawling back onto the stairs, lucky he had been pulling on it or he would have gone to the ground floor the fast way.

On his back on the stairs, he tossed the piece of railing in his hand over the side and it fell. Far enough that it took a moment for the clatter to reach their ears.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

"Shut up," he implored... something. "Shut UP."