There was no immediate run for the door, although the troll well could have. L's form was small, easily stowed within his clothing. Guards were far less likely to pat someone down on their way out of this place than they were on the way in. After all, what was there to leave with? Macroni pictures?

But he remained where he was, closing his eyes. Their resonance wasn't as good as it used to be, that much was certain. He didn't even know if it was any better than the general resonance he got with any weapon as opposed to the stronger one he got when they were more of a match, but he was determined to strengthen the bond as much as he could while he sat there. He had things to get across to the man, things that he could only show them when their resonation was strong enough.

So L didn't receive an immediate response in the affirmative to his plea. What he received was a low Shhhhhh..., a far gentler sound than Gamzee was used to making, and a heavy blanket of calm that the troll usually associated with his connection to his moirail. Or, in the sweeps before, a good pie.

I can't help you, bro, until you let me.