He'd winced at the scrape of metal on metal, worse when she let the ladder go again, but he smiled, shaking his head and taking it down himself, since he couldn't 'see' to tell where he'd need to land if he flew down the same as she had.
Once he touched down he ran his fingers along the wall, nodding when they hit the service door and then pointing, "There's a poster up ahead, one of those old advertising ones, that's what we need. Gimmie your hand."