This is going to take some focus... York grips Shelley's wrist tight, waiting until she grabs on to his in return. Then he pictures her as an extension of himself and activates his ability. She starts to slip through the floor, and he leans forward to lower her down to the ground. It's dark in the tiny supply closet but there's just enough room for her not to be inside anything else. She's only a few inches off the floor now.

"Dropping you in three, two... one."