"Someone like Jane." While this is definitely not a soothing thought, Darcy's at least able to trade panic for a brand of concern that's at least more serene. She restless in the lift, but she avoids the urge to pace about. Something about moving around in an elevator has always made her nervous.

She chews on the inside of her lip for a moment before gathering her thoughts enough to speak up again. "Do you think those transmissions were fake?" She doesn't, but she's willing to listen to the theory if he thinks it likely.