[All right then, up they go. Quatre hope up on the chair, fiddling with the vent cover before he manages to pop it aside. All right. He glances down to Nanoha briefly before catching the edge of the duct with his fingers and hauling himself up -- impressively nimbly for a boy in khakis and a vest.

Once he's settled, he turns towards her to offer a hand to help her up. Quatre is nothing if not polite.] I have friends who favor that method. But this time around... mm. It's better if no one starts running. And better if no one gets hurt.

[Hopefully anyway. But Quatre figures they'll do what they have to.]

Talking like that... are you a soldier?