Quint squints up at the third level. "
I could try to climb up, but I'm not sure I'd be comfortable doing so."
He stretches his arms a little, enjoying the fresher air outside, "
If somebody was planning on flying up there, I'd have to reccomend letting me go instead. I'm a lot better at acting unobserved after all."
That said...
Quint traced a small window in the air in front of him, "
Perspicacity"