He cringes at the thought because she's right. This place was as flammable as kindling. He hadn't seen any signs of fire so far and he was going to have to just hope that it stayed that way.

He was trying to jiggle another door handle on what he figured was a bathroom door, but stops when he hears her suggestion, looking over to her. He pauses, looking up and down the hall, and then figures he may as well admit he has no idea what he's looking for.

"Maybe." A beat. "What's a phone?"