[ Garrot follows, easily able to keep pace because his legs are long. But he's glad Olivia's feeling better, because he'll need all the help he can get here. As they reach the stairs, he just snorts at the question. ]

Absolutely. Back in the day, elevators were so slow that we may as well get the cardio. [ And then he twists the handle just a bit and slams his shoulder into the door, shoving it open more than enough for Olivia to follow as he starts descending the stairs. May as well get the blood pumping now! ]

So I'm thinking, when we get to the lobby... [ He's not trying to be quiet anymore, and it's not like they'd be able to keep a low profile with all the echoing. He has big feet and they have places to be. ] ...I wanna make a phone call. If we are in the past, I mean.