Minoru nodded and moved away from the vent to give her room to get into it. He grinned a crooked grin as she made her request, giving her a salute and a 'roger that'. As she climbed in, he held his hands under her foot to make sure she didn't fall back out and maybe give her a bit of a boost in. Once she was, he sat and sighed, his thoughts divided between a very serious hope that she fares better with him than he did and a far less serious thought of what she had called him. 'Strategist-kun'. Such a clinical title, when paired with 'kun' and her voice sounded so...<br/><br/>No. This was not a manga, there was no time for this, he had two jobs to do and he would do them both. He returned to the pile of tools and such and examined them for uses. If he had better blades, the mop handles would make good halberds. He could probably make two with those skates, but maybe he should save at least one. He gasped as he saw the walkie-talkies, something he should have given to her but no longer could. Or could he? Yes, he could. She was small enough that she could get through without much trouble, which meant there would be space. He tied the threads of two mops together and placed one walkie-talkie in the duct, making sure to turn it on and the volume way down first. The mops pushed it forward until he hoped it was where she could grab it. When it was, he hoped, he turned on the other. Quiet static and three green lights indication battery life! "hey, theres a walkie-talkie around there. if you can't see it, let me know and i'll push it further. when you can reach it, take it and keep us posted on the runaway situation."<br/><br/>Until she responded, Minoru set to work on slicing a mop handle into two spikes with the skate. The blade was nice and sharp, letting it cut through the wood in fewer strokes than he'd anticipated. After removing the threads from one end, he rolled them to the archer and his friend. "Side-arms," he explained. "In case you run out of arrows or distance."