At least this time, he looks at her without hesitation. He is grateful for the contact, the faint surge of Light; it eases some of the hurt, some of the ache in his joints and the weariness on his spine.

"I will recover," he says softly. "We need to get you out of here, get that thing off of you."

Skellig allows the body to slump down in the chair and then pushes it further under the desk - no need for it to be visible in case there are any monitors and cameras in here - and begins rifling through the drawers. He knows vaguely what the key looks like - after all, there was one in Bar, it should be the same, right?