He’d been on his way up another floor when an audible crunching sound was heard, the elevator grinding to a halt. Great.

   Slowly he tilted his head up, scanning the ceiling for any emergency escape. Elevators always freaked him out a little, and he had no idea how big the drop on this thing was if it ever broke--

   Oh. At the sudden voice, Jacket learned that he wasn’t alone. He didn’t actually even notice the little... Bug...? Standing there in the corner when he’d walked in. Well, this was a bit awkward. A cursory once-over on the chatty little thing told him this wasn’t going to be much of a problem for him on a personal level, and he was just here to do business.

   So, he thought this thing was a ‘music box’ or something? What the hell was he talking about, it was just an alternative to stairs. Did he seriously decide to lock himself willingly into the box not knowing that?