He chances another smile at that, broader, and gets to his feet.

"I think you have the right idea," he replies, casting around for a sign or a marker that might indicate where they are in the building. It seems that's an overly optimistic assumption, as this hall is just as featureless as the rest of them. "Unfortunately, I don't know how I got in."

Daniel's not sure how safe a plan of simply wandering around until they find something vaguely resembles an exit is. Melanie might be the first other living soul he's run into, but that doesn't mean there aren't other, less friendly occupants here. And if they're sharing a dreamspace, he doesn't want to know if that means items from his subconscious can be pulled into the mess as well. Because that would be, well. Bad. To put it mildly.

"I guess we can look for an elevator," he suggests, looking back down at her. "Or some stairs."