The dark suited him just fine. Dark and cold went hand in hand. More importantly, dark meant that the fire was out. If he wanted to take her down, now would be the time. She had her back turned, he could get the dagger in her before she could even blink. But they had a truce. She was helping him, so hopefully that meant she wasn't all bad. When she wasn't lit up, it was harder to make himself feel threatened by a girl like Lina. She didn't look so tough.<br/><br/>"If it's deserted, that means everyone else has somewhere to be. That means they're distracted. We have to take this slow, figure out where they went." As long as she kept the fire out, Nolan didn't mind staying here a little while longer, long enough to make sure that their escape could succeed. Part of that meant learning the patterns of whoever had taken them, the better to exploit them.<br/><br/>He went over to the wall, though he didn't stray too close to her. She was standing on a bed, the only bed in the room. If they had to stay here, he'd gladly yield it to her. Not out of any sense of chivalry, but simply because he had less control over his powers when he was asleep. If he spent the night in that bed, he'd wake up to find the frame frozen solid, and the bed definitely wouldn't survive that level of stress.<br/><br/>She was clutching the window, still, though much more easily than he had. The bars were probably just as hot as the ones on the cell door, but unlike her, he didn't have to touch them. Ice was solid, and that gave it some major advantages over fire. A quick turn of his hand, and he'd have a nice little ice shelf to stand on. He hesitated, though. No reason to alarm her.<br/><br/>"Step back for a second, let me get a look."