She scooted back into one of the corners trying to wait out the others panicked barrage of attacks on the elevator doors. She shone her flashlight on his face taking note of the signs of anxiety after he seemingly gave up. Nanami kind of felt a little bad because it was sort of at fault although she was not ready to admit that out loud.

When he seemed to be taking a break so Nanami took a turn wedging her scimitar formed arm between the doors and attempted to pry it open to no avail. After a minute or two of fussing with it she stepped back and shined the light around the elevator taking special care to inspect the top because that's how they do it in the movies.