[ Silco tipped his head, as if he were considering. ]

You know, when I was a boy I could have scaled something like this like it was nothing.

[ He says, while he pushes, the door opening the rest of the way. ] So yes, when I was young, and spry.

[ And not severely lung damaged from forty-plus years living in the polluted cesspit that was the Undercity. ]

Thankfully, something else I learned in those days, is that the rich only lock their doors when they see us coming. Otherwise, they want to live in the illusion that they are untouchable.

I've never seen anyone delude themselves like the wealthy do.

[ Says Silco. A Hypocrite.

His hands on his hips he looks up at the stairs. ]

You would think they would have elevators.

[ He starts climbing. Who knew fighting to kill worlds would bring out Silco's sassy side? ]