"I don't think it's a test of patience." He doesn't like the way this room feels. (He doesn't like the way this house feels. This town. This world.) "I think the room is getting smaller. Or it wants us to think that way."

He doesn't think shooting will do anything, but he does heft Mjolnir, even as he scans the wall closest to him for something. Anything. A weak point to aim a hammer at. "I could always take a swing at it." He can't use lightning in here. It's too small, they're too close together.

He eyes the vial. "Or we throw whatever's in the vial at the wall." That seems too simple, but who knows what's too simple or not for whatever test they have to pass to get out of here.