[The moment he hears the guy say 'wait, what?' like that, Eddie slumps sideways against the railing, wincing a bit as he looks upward and sees the other man peering over the railing down at him.]

Unfortunately, you're right. It's not gonna open. And about all the other stuff too, this place is completely insane, and I don't know why...

[Biting his words off, because he doesn't want to finish that particular thought or the thoughts it leads to afterward, he waves his hand almost dismissively.]

Seriously. What if there was a fire?

[It's a little more subdued, despite still being a complaint, because Eddie's pretty much run out of energy for being annoyed at this point. Leaning back against the railing, he purses his lips and crosses his arms and tries not to think too hard about how much this space echoes like the room Eobard had kept him in. How the half-darkness is a lot like that place. Shifting his arms again, he moves his feet against the floor, reminding himself that he's not tied up. Takes stock of himself to remind himself that he's not hungry.]

You feel like coming down and playing word games or something?

[If nothing else, at least he's not alone. And it isn't Eobard this time, either, there won't be any glowing red eyes in the dark, no voice purring about how useless and worthless he is.

Totally different scenario. Totally different.]