“There’s the lever I saw before. There’s one on your side, too?”

The switch may be beyond arm length, but not out of reach. Orcelito slips a hand into his coat pocket and pulls out the timepiece that is his secondary weapon: a heavy pocket watch with a long, thick chain. He's not yet proficient with it, but it should be long enough… provided the lever doesn't require his full physical effort to pull.

“I might be able to pull it without leaving the panel… or, do you think it’s fine to step off now?”