"Sorry," Richard said with a shrug. "I'm a runner, not a climber." The last time he had shimmied up a rope had been in high school gym, and while he hadn't been bad at the time, he doubted that the skills would have carried over for this long. Still, the thought of climbing up to the next floor wasn't quite as bad as waiting here for another three hours. He munched a second cookie, still trying to calm himself down. Using one shoe, he pushed some of his bags to the side, then sat down with his back against one of the walls. Really, what he wanted to do was slam his thumb into the button marked 5 until they moved again, but somehow he doubted that would work.
"Well, at least there is usually someone at the desk," he offered. "And we won't starve. That's two things in our favor. I don't suppose you have a deck of cards on you? We could gamble for... I don't know... frozen peas or something. Or money, god forbid." He added the last as an afterthought. Richard didn't usually gamble, but he guessed that Samuel might be interested in something with slightly higher stakes than vegetables.