With a sneer for the effort and the red imprints left on the pads of her fingers, Bobbi let her arms drop, giving up on the slot being a moveable piece. The kid next to her got weirder with every word out of his mouth, but at least the mutant was being helpful now. "Bobbi," she offered with an extended hand, not answering any of his questions but figuring that was enough to put an end to them. She already wrote that on her questionnaire, and that might have been naive enough.
Looking back over her shoulder to watch the progress with the vent, which seemed to be going as well as the door, she tested, "Nothing?" to get a definitive answer. Obviously, this wasn't designed to be easy. "Do your friends know where you are?" she asked the kid. Maybe they wouldn't have to do anything at all. If he wasn't a plant put in here to suss out some psychological bullshit and these clever friends of his were very real, they might be a good shot at freedom.