He wouldn't have blamed her; making sure people don't notice him is generally something of his job, after all.

Trowa shakes his head no once before stealing a glance at the lobby doors, wondering who'd locked them up and just what that glowing stuff was holding them together. Not that it was a bad idea--quite the opposite, given the circumstances.

"It's fine," he replies, quiet, before staring at her for a moment. He then adds, "You shouldn't be down here alone. Not everyone that came can be trusted."