It was curiosity that had led Palpatine to the ruined hospital, a burning desire to learn something about this place that had entrapped him, even though outwardly he was nothing but an unassuming older man who did not look like he could handle himself in a fight. But others were there he could rely on for protection, and he could recognize the building as a hospital, albeit one woefully beneath Core standards. But if there was a chance of finding anything, he had to take it.

And now the entire thing was rising into the sky and the Dark Lord of the Sith found himself trapped with a panicking servant. He keeps his anger and disgust in check, however, and assumes the role that he has become so used to playing.

"We don't appear to be rising too quickly." He notes, gazing out a window. "If we work briskly, I'm sure we can find a way down before the situation becomes untenable." Fortunately, his connection to the Dark Side still seems strong here; the Force has a presence? Now that is useful information he will promptly keep to himself, but it allows Palpatine to expand his senses outward, guiding him to an exit.

"...That way, I think." He points. "Let's hurry, my dear."