Following the advice of the voice, Dexter ran with the female, not seeing any other choice if he wanted to live much longer, her hand on his arm slipping to his hand almost a natural fashion, as they made it to the elevator but the plastic mannequins had stuck an arm in and he jerked to the back as whoever it was that saved him, popped the arm off and the elevator started moving. He was suddenly a bit tongue tied, but determined to find an answer to what just happened. "Was that some sort of student thing?" He questioned but figured that no real human could have their arms pop open without some sort of blood escaping, or maybe they were holding onto the plastic arm through the armhole. Not very logical thinking, especially since that thing looked purely plastic, but it was really the only explanation he was coming up with at the moment.