Nyssa has been standing with folded arms at one corner of the elevator, unsmiling, and not offering anything more than a polite nod before now. Of course this ridiculous contraption fails to work properly. Everything in this establishment is distasteful and subpar.

In answer, she pulls out a small wooden section of curtain rod, one end sharpened, and wedges it into the gap in the doors. 'I may be of use.'