[ She steps away from him when she sees his relief and just in time, the elevator is slowing (as it can apparently go even slower) to a stop as they reach the upper floor. ]

I mean, that's a cake walk for me. Maybe you should invest in a tactical cloak sometime, Quill.

Anyway, I'm not too worried. I suspect that a lot of guards that we'd otherwise run into are kind of. Predisposed to dealing with the craziness downstairs, yeah?