The window latch comes open without too much difficulty; on temperate days, it is no doubt enjoyable for living things to have some air circulation in a cramped vehicle like this while traveling across the city. Stuffy or breezy, it would make no difference to Antarcticite--not now that the Dreaming has seen fit to make them solid at such outrageously warm temperatures.
They glance backwards towards the human who appears to have taken control of the situation, experiencing a modicum of relief that they are careful not to let show on their face. They turn to face Tony and incline their head once politely; they probably come across as courteous, but, uh. Weird.
"Mechanical things seem to break down so often," they remark upon straightening, then gesture to Tony. "It's wise of the city to keep maintenance workers on hand just in case of an emergency." Yeah, weird.
They turn back to the window, frowning. "That's as far as I could get it to open." For safety reasons, the window doesn't lower itself by a wide margin, but it's narrow enough that Antarcticite, lithe as they are, could probably maneuver themselves through it. ...if they had a reason to, at any rate.
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They glance backwards towards the human who appears to have taken control of the situation, experiencing a modicum of relief that they are careful not to let show on their face. They turn to face Tony and incline their head once politely; they probably come across as courteous, but, uh. Weird.
"Mechanical things seem to break down so often," they remark upon straightening, then gesture to Tony. "It's wise of the city to keep maintenance workers on hand just in case of an emergency." Yeah, weird.
They turn back to the window, frowning. "That's as far as I could get it to open." For safety reasons, the window doesn't lower itself by a wide margin, but it's narrow enough that Antarcticite, lithe as they are, could probably maneuver themselves through it. ...if they had a reason to, at any rate.