[push your luck, why don't you, Hiro? but after watching him land, it's only a moment of looking behind him before the light falters, the microbots move over- and then lower him down as though via a rope. it's relatively graceful, with Callaghan setting down on his good leg, first, before the microbots are able to pull back and then give him the support to the other.]

You've got me good and reliant on you. If I was any more paranoid, I might accuse you of orchestrating this whole thing.

[it's not - quite - an accusation. but it doesn't sound purely hypothetical. there's a subtle rattling of the microbots, amplified in the small space, that seems akin to a rattlesnake offering a warning.

if the mood struck him to seal Hiro in - he'd find a much better place to do so.]