"I think there's a balcony down that way," he pointed in a way that was supposed to illustrate down the all and around the left corner. "I think. I know I passed by some sliding doors that led outside on the way here."

His face soured at the man's suggestion. "Seriously, you're going to have me handle the acid tongue? I don't have glass hands here." He's impressed with his own ability to keep the panic out of his voice, but he can feel sweat starting to bead at his temples.