"R1." Mentioned on the tail end of a mutter that said she wasn't paying much mind to the conversation at hand. Tongue between her teeth, she moved beneath the square hole in the ceiling.
Intense with her focus on the ceiling, she crouched before leaping like a slim boned frog. Fingertips barely scraping the ledge of the gap. She readied to try again, continuing their discussion with a preparatory inhale. "Friend of your's?"