Smart thinking, Alex. She has little patience for chivalry, either false or genuine, so it's best you just let her come along. You'll have hell to pay if something happens, though.

Click, clack, tap, go her shoes as she follows after him, toeing aside broken tile and twisted scraps of metal. All the dust in the room seems to catch on her eyelids, making her feel even more exhausted than when she first woke up.

She watches blearily as he moves towards the collapsed elevator shaft, commenting mildly, "Do you have a light?", though in the wake of the rubble being heaved aside, her voice is drowned out.

Shortcut...?

Well. Maybe.

Coming up next to him and... peering down into the darkness. There's a flare of soft, greenish light that fades very quickly into nothing as she invocates on a whim. It's comforting. She's missed it, almost. She missed less the feeling of steel painting its way up her legs, however— and there's your clue to what she meant by knowing people who were also fast. Lenalee gives Alex a look once her Boots have activated, her expression for the most part an equal mix of wariness and that sort of bland acceptance a soldier wears as they're handed their weapon. "I'll go first."

She jumps down into the shaft before he can reply.