"You have as much time as you need," they return, trying to be gentle, trying to be kind. Trying to be the kind of person they want Nova Pandora to be. "Promise. If you have to head back into that supply closet and change back or something, I'll keep watch. Or you can do it," and they take a few steps away to find where, in the middle of everything, the ladder had clattered to the ground and folded back on itself, "While I'm putting this away."

They're lucky it didn't knock anything off the shelves or punch any holes in the walls. They already have the cracked floor to worry about, after all. "Or whatever it is you want to do. I'm not interested in telling you what you can or can't do, Neos."