Norman listened to the woman's suggestion and nodded when she mentioned her needing a boost. It was worth a shot, right? If the elevator starts when she's up there, though...

Well, maybe he should go up there.

Oh, right, like her shoulders could hold a fully grown man's feet, especially his size FOURTEEN skis. 

Alright, she's going up there. 

He centered himself below the outline of the hatch that led up to the elevator's corridor, cupping his hands together to serve as an impromptu platform for the woman to climb onto his shoulders. 
"If your skirt gets snagged, I can always buy you a new one. You know, kind of like a 'Hey, we survived an elevator crisis' present. I hear it's all the rage these days." He laughed for a brief moment before allowing a few beats of silence to pass.
"Right then! Up through the hatch." The speaker, which had gone silent, went live again as a clear female voice semi-shouted:
"CLEAR THE ROOM! CLEAR THE ROOM! WE NEED t..." More warped sound, then a final declaration from a male voice:
"We won't make it ou...he...just get to...she...ter!" 

Wonderful.