He didn't have a chance to answer Fee's speculations before he was dragged off - yet again, this small girl certainly could pull her weight's worth and then some - into a smaller portion of the strange closet, hidden by the trench coat. His eyes were wide, and though part of him was terribly afraid, he was also terribly excited. Oh, there was a ton of trouble that they could get themselves into (for a brief moment he wondered if any of it would merit being thrown out of Pax altogether, and how Lily would react to such a thing happening) but it was quickly outweighed by the adventure that had sprung itself upon them.
Glancing around in the darkness, he scooted back around the trench coat. Whoever had closed the door (and his bet was on the concierge, the only true staff person they ever really saw around the apartment building) was unlikely to be able to see through walls and in the dark, so there was little chance of being caught, unless they chose to open the door again. Which they could, at any moment, but Max felt daring in the darkness. He groped along the shelves until a box-shaped item came to hand - it slid open like a miniature drawer, and he could feel sticks inside of it. Matches! Matches? Seriously, that was the best he could do? Someone couldn't have left behind a camping lantern, or a simple flashlight? Shrugging to himself, he struck one and held it out, the slim amount of light showing only a fraction of Fee's face.
"Maybe we could do a distraction or something, to get them to move away?" It worked often enough in his video games, but he was unsure of the real world applications. It would include getting the door open, probably, or maybe they could make a noise and once the person was in the closet, they could ambush him and run? His thoughts lingered longer than the flame of the match, which burned down and singed his fingers, pulling a hiss of pain from his lips.