No. I said I would help. A LeBlanc keeps their word, and I am not about to break that tradition. Not over this. [This being her damned, pervasive fear. She was in a building. The building was stable. There was nothing to be afraid of. Logically she understands all of this, but something in the back of her mind remains in a gibbering panic up until she slams her eyes shut and bolts the rest of the way to the sixth floor.]

R-room thirty, you said?