"Yeah, no. If we were in a cell and there were soldiers we were up against instead of, I dunno, creepy little shadow things that you can't really reason with? I'd be in favor of waiting it out. But we aren't and they aren't so..." York pushes himself to his feet, squinting into the darkness. "If I knew how far down we were I could try porting us back up but I have a feeling that'd end badly."

And he's not about to test with anyone else on hand.

"Me? Agent York of York's Taxi and Delivery. Formerly of Project Freelancer. Currently trying not to lose my shit. Nice to meet you." He manages a half smile at the kid- shit, there's a kid stuck down here. "Okay. Magic works, comms don't, can't get any word out of here. We are covered in..."

Ugh.

He scrapes a hand down his hair, squinting at it. "Something."