Dylan makes a small, pleased sound, despite the fact that, directly after it and as he punches the date in, he mutters, "One of us should have thought of that."

That done, the gate in front of the doors slides back up into its place in the ceiling, the bars beyond it flicking into the unlocked position a beat later and with a satisfying thunk. Dylan glances up, satisfied, and moves to climb back over the desk.

When his feet are back on solid ground, he nods to the doors. "Let's get out of here."