"Dibs on being Obi-Wan," Dylan decides as he moves away, apparently placated and heading for the nearest door.

He takes a quick moment to check it, to make sure it's not locked -- not that it would be much of a problem if it was, just another step in the process -- and then pushes it closed. Pulling his hand back, he rubs his fingers together, magic gathering at their tips like static electricity. This metaphor persists as he reaches to touch its handle and sparks jump from his fingers to the metal, albeit seemingly painlessly for him. When he pulls the door open again, it leads not to where it was meant to but to what appears to be a narrow alley. He can't help but smirk as he gestures Finch and Josie through it.

"Ladies first."