[He nods in acknowledgement at her name, though he frowns a bit in thought as she poses that question. Just how long had he been in here, for...?]

... about an hour, I think. Maybe less than that. I've been trying to cut open those windows down there, but the plastic on them is too strong.

[Which explains the sword he's been carrying... though at this point it barely looks fit enough to stab through a sandwich. So whether his rapid dollification was a result of time, bad luck or age was anyone's guess, really-- he just didn't want to focus on it more than he had to right now. As the reach the top of the staircase, he follows Makoto in the direction she's going, hoping an extra set of eyes would help them find something faster.]

How about you? I don't think I heard you in here earlier.