Hm.

[ His eyes flicked upward at Demeisen, and there's a flash of some measure of annoyance at how easy it was for him, where even with Silco's enhanced strength, it's... not for him. Then again, the man found reason to be mad with every individual, didn't he? For once, he doesn't voice it, and instead simply straightened, and leaned into the elevator shaft, to look up and down, as if trying to feel for the direction of the shad.

Something told him it was up. Like a tug from the middle of his chest — and it reminded him enough of something that his fingers tightened on the frame of the elevator, before he focused back on what the man was saying. ]

They've likely never experienced a day of true danger in their life, then, if they think it is... desirable.

[ Wasn't that the problem with little pictures like this? Silco would have no idea that people could simply leave, or that perhaps outside of the Culture, there was something darker waiting. Honestly, he probably wouldn't have minded all of that much, truth be told. It's just like the picture of his world, removes all the wonder and delight implied in it — just as it hides some of the ugly sides. Too bad he'll not have the opportunity. ]

Or... perhaps they'll surprise me.

[ He say it as he starts to tip further into the elevator, looking for purchase to start climbing. His tone says, however: not likely. ]