[ With a twitch of her fingers, the door slides open. It’s hardly seamless, aged metal screeching in protest as the door bangs against the outer wall. From this high up, wind whips at them, air thinner and colder. Stepping onto the edge of the threshold, body half hanging out of the car, goose prickles dot up and down her arms. A jump would be possible but, you know what - ]
no subject
We can climb down. Come on.
[ She holds out a hand for him to take. ]