He didn't offer to help, either. Maybe if it hadn't been Jordan, or if she hadn't been a huge fucking bitch to him a few days ago, he might have.

As it was, he just watched her set up the ladder, feeling like her efforts would be fruitless.

If Jordan managed to get into the ceiling, she'd find it too dark to see much, full of wires and metal ventilation shafts much too small for either of them to crawl through, and ending at the walls of the room so they couldn't even use it to drop into a different room with an unfrozen door.