[ It doesn't even occur to her to think that he's out of place here or that he's staring not at shelves, but at a window high above either of them. Her annoyance towards him and avoidance of him act like blinders, giving her a singular focal point which is how much she doesn't want to be anywhere near him. Everything else she would normally pick up on are afterthoughts.

His bored tone succeeds in irritating her, but it's momentary when she processes what exactly he's implying. At first she thinks this is some childish joke. He had been known to make things difficult for himself before at the expense of a laugh or a bet. But there's nothing funny about being potentially trapped in here with her - sentiments she shares. ]

What do you mean it would have been easier?

[ Incredulously she stomps towards the door and gives the handle a gigantic tug with one to absolutely no avail. And even though it didn't work the first time she tries again in disbelief. Hilda's jaw tightens out of rising irritation but it also doubles as a vice against the noise of frustration that threatens to spill. This couldn't be happening to her. There's absolutely no way this was happening.

Suddenly his keen observation of the boxes makes so much sense. She whirls around striding back towards him but not coming any closer than she had been before. ]

Why are we locked in? And don't you dare imply that this is somehow my fault again either.