Robert had lived his life in the realm of scientific sensibility, and that meant there was not a lot of venturing outside of his lab. But like it did with Rosalind, Marrowood had changed him. He found other things that piqued his interest, and with the amount of people that were heroic he sort of felt that he had an obligation to do that same. He wanted to be more helpful.
The opening was small enough for Emma, and Robert might have been able to fit if Emma's plan worked. He nodded his head, and waited for her to push the top of the beam. Robert based himself, and when he felt there was enough space he grabbed hold of it and shoved it to the side. He grunted under its weight, but managed to make enough room for himself. He slipped through just in time as the wall fell down behind him. Debris and dust filled the air, and it stung his eyes and lungs.
Robert coughed, and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. "The kitchen would be much preferred to this," he said with a grin just as the floor beneath them started to shift. Robert wiped at his eyes, and squinted through the dust. "I think I see the stairs. The kitchen should be down there. Come on." He moved forward and stepped on the stairs, testing it with his weight before Emma followed.