[Namur nods, because yes, going down is still the plan. He sets a hand on the edge then hops in, letting himself swing for a moment to get control of his momentum and a better idea of how far down the floor is, then drops quietly into a crouch. He inhales through his mouth as he straightens up, getting an idea of how the tastes and smells have changed from the last room, then holds an arm up toward Maria.]
Y' want a hand or y' got this?
[Between his height and stupidly long arms, he probably very nearly clears the distance between the two floors.]
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Y' want a hand or y' got this?
[Between his height and stupidly long arms, he probably very nearly clears the distance between the two floors.]