Grasping hands shot up as the woman ascended, fingers clutching tight at her ankles which evaded their grasp by mere moments. As she brought her self up, Elliot looked her up and down, before looking towards her with a small smile. "Well, you look clean enough, at least clean enough that I don't see any chomps taken outta ya." He grinned, hoisting his backpack up to his shoulder from its resting place on the ground. Elliot wasted no time, moving toward the standing staircase, cautiously putting a foot down on the first step which slowly bent down, the concrete breaking apart. "Watch your step and follow the marks," Elliot ordered the girl, giving a point to the chalk marks on the wall, adjacent to steps that were faulty. Stepping on a faulty step was a good way to drop back down into the arms of the friendly guests who wanted nothing more than to be pulled up.

Elliot moved up the stairs quickly, navigating the most stable points and arriving at the seventh floor in moments. He slid into the room that some supplies were stowed away in. Elliot's feet practically glided along the floor as he shot towards the opened closet, pulling out a cardboard box which he immediately began rummaging through. He removed several 5.56x45mm round that he rolled between the fingers of his free hand while he grabbed two bottles of water with his free hand. When his guest would make her way in, he'd toss her the bottle, but until then he'd enjoy his lukewarm, but fresh, water.