He's heard about Swampy before, but Newt still doesn't think that would make any future shared, small spaces with smelly dudes any more tolerable. Whatever, though, if Coop can't appreciate how good Newt smells, that's his problem. He's about to say as much when there's a clanging from the other side of the elevator doors, and Newt's eyes brighten.

"Salvation!" He claps a hand down on Coop's shoulder then takes the couple steps forward to pound on the door. "Hey, get us out of here, man!"

"Can you wait one damn minute?" comes the response. The guy sounds grumpier than the one on the speaker, and Newt's pretty sure is Frank. Goddamn Frank. "We're workin' on it, we got a crowbar and everything."