He opened his eyes, wide, twin crosses gleaming in the low light-- nothing, he couldn't sense anything beyond. "It's like we're suspended or surrounded by solidness... too far to feel how far." The man grumbled a little, checking out the chalk again. "Do we have to write something specific? Maybe... Eh. Might just wanna sit it out till it's all over," he shrugged, wriggling the chalk through his fingers. What lay on the other side if they did find a door? It wasn't worth the effort, personally. Then again, they could suffocate, given enough time... Fft. This was difficult, but he supposed he could give a few more minutes to thought, let the kids do what they thought would be okay.
"Sora, you okay in here?" he asked, glancing down at the small one, rubbing that shifting head of hair just slightly, apologetically for the smack that happened earlier. He knew the kid had trouble with boxes-- Cake didn't seem to care either way, but if X cared, then Cake cared, so. He was leery of just being selfish about it only because if they were unhappy then he would have to deal with it.
Another glance over at Cake, "It would be dumb, but drawin' a door maybe could work," he shrugged, "but I ain't too keen on seeing what could be on the other side. This fuckin' hotel is messed up. It could be good, could be bad." Caution was the note in his voice, that was all.