James made a small, noncommittal sound at her fellow captive's response. Attention wavering to the ceiling when she heard a screech of metal. A moment later, and somebody new was investigating the hole she'd cracked in the paneled lid of their tomb.
Baring the belly of a wrist across her brows, James shielded her eyes from the florescence of the elevator's interior lights, peering into the faint darkness that rose above them.
There were only supposed to be one of them?
"Well, which one of us are you looking for?" Flashing a casual smile, like he'd just happened upon their tea party and nothing more pressing.