"Ax is all better?" this seemed to lighten his mood a bit. "Dont you want to spend time with her...? ...Oh, right. Shes sleeping. Well, you know where hes at." He turned, and trudged to the door, exaustion from all this taking a toll on him. He sung the door open, then pointed to the cell, a corner of the room with medical equipment and testing equipment blocked by glass with holes in the center for airflow. He was strapped to abed in the middle, and at first look one would think he was dead, and it took a keen eye to recognize the rise and fall of his chest.
"The code for the doors lock is 122118. You know, just punch in the numbes..." He shrugged. "Tell me how it goes. I dont have high hopes, though."