Morgan had to fight hard to restrain a laugh when a glance over at the blonde's phone revealed why she looked like someone had run over her favorite LV handbag. "No service," she told Nayan, for once not exactly in the mood to coddle the spoiled little princesses that one came across often in the service industry. "It appears the blogging will have to commence at a later time." Her voice was serious as serious could be, apparently attributing all the gravity to the situation as one would brain surgery... but she allowed a faint hint of amusement to twinkle in her eyes when she glanced at the man that gave her solemnity all new dimension.
"We're likely not too far from a deck," she continued, dismissing humor while contemplating their situation. She doubted any of them were interested in waiting around for a few hours for the situation to be resolved. "If we can't reach it by prying open the doors, I'm sure we could do it through the roof hatch."