( She actually finds not one song comes to mind after asking, and is saved from having to invent something other than the song that never ends by a rumbling noise like bottled thunder, followed by Allen's announcement. )

< Yay! You managed to get the doors open? You're amazing! Are you bringing the chair up now? I'm still in the spokes, but I'm doing pretty good here. >

( She detects a change in the immediate air pressure, somewhere up, but it's such a general sense to a cockroach that little more accompanies the impulses she read as thoughts and instinct while she waited.

Geez, she really didn't like all this waiting, but it was an inevitability without expending energy she doesn't exactly have to lose. )