That's like asking me if I can make tea.

[It's probably a bit too dark to see her expression for what it is: excitement. Outside of the possibility of all of them dying horrible and irreversible deaths...well, that was life before Luceti anyway, at least for her. And at almost every turn the risk had been useful.]

But it almost makes me wish I could fit in the air vent. Yeah, I can do it. You're in charge of keeping everybody else quiet.