[That cheerful optimism -- it's like Pascal's. Not entirely a bad thing, but it makes him think of the girl, trying not to blush.

Though he keeps moving forward, even at points making small marks on the mirrors or leaving scrapes on the ground with one of his blades to indicate they've already passed a point in case they find themselves going in circles. Though, thankfully, they haven't.]

Allow me to do the work. I believe I can find a way out.

[See, if it were Pascal he'd believe in her. But she's not Pascal. She's some girl he just met and quite frankly, he doesn't trust her yet.] I would pray that you just have faith in me, Miss Leia, for the time being.

[Basically 'stay out of my way, woman', but in a nicer tone.]