Oh, boy. Escape. He hadn't accounted for this, seeing as he'd planned on just staying here and drinking their stupid skunky wine, but at least he's pretty good about thinking on the fly. And it's not like it's the first time he's busted out of this building, whether it was Rufus or someone else. Oftentimes Rufus, though. He never took him to the slums, back in the day, but just about anywhere else... whatever. He knows exactly where they're going and exactly how to get back. He wouldn't bring Rufus along if he'd felt there was any real risk to it. Just some thrills and adventure, that's all. It'll be an enlightening experience for dear Rufie.

"Eh... let's take the service elevator. Not exactly groundbreaking shit, but there's a bunch of borked cameras that way." Not borked as in they don't work—borked as in they point in all the wrong directions. They're meant to catch people coming in, not out, and he's never bothered to wonder whether that was intentional or not. It's the fastest and easiest way out he can come up with on the fly, so off they go.