Newt glares at Coop from over his shoulder, kicking a foot back, though he doesn't actually make any contact. "Dude, shut up, don't piss them off!" Lowering his voice, he adds, more urgently, "If it's Frank out there like I think it is, he might actually leave us in here just to spite me."

"It is Frank, and I still heard that."

With a heavy sigh, Newt closes his eyes and drops his head, fist clenched as he pounds it against the elevator door. "I rue the day you were hired, Frank!"

"I've been working here for twenty years, Geiszler, keep your mouth shut!"

"That's literally impossible because Darrow isn't twenty years old but keep lying to yourself, buddy!" He looks back at Coop, exasperated. "He hates me because he doesn't like it when I point out all the discrepancies about the city. I mean, most of the 'natives' here don't like that, but Frank's an old geezer and gets especially pissy."

"Swear to god, Geiszler, I'll leave you and your little friend in there to rot!"

The words don't have the same bite to it that they could have, if only because the doors creak open then, the first bit of new, glorious hallway light starting to shine through.