"Lost my last deck playing craps," comes the dry answer. Armstrong folds his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. "How much you want to bet we'd get some nonsense violation for pushing our way out of here?" It'd be child's play. But he really needs to play by the rules, at least until he gets the lay of the land.

At least his partner here wasn't screaming. He'd been trapped in elevators with claustrophobic before. It wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat, nanochain or no nanochain.