Almost before he's finished that sentence, the door swings open, and there Ruby is, tucking her hair behind her ear and schooling her expression to be calm in a reassuring kind of way. She's not one of the people inclined to panic if kept in a small space, and Steve doesn't seem graced with that unhappy psychological quirk, either, but that doesn't mean being trapped in there is lacking in stress.

"On it," she says, with a brief little crooked smile. "I'm sorry you were in there so long--most of us new arrivals aren't."