[He lifts an eyebrow at the question, because he's not quite sure what there is to help other than just doing the task laid out for them. The girl seems to want to find a second option, and while Ronan would be all for that, it doesn't seem entirely possible in their minimalist room.

The guy is definitely dead though, and Ronan moves to stand, walking over to the door near her and trying the handle. Of course, it doesn't work, and he considers for a moment before taking a step back and delivering a mighty kick, straight for the center of the wood. It still doesn't budge- doesn't even come close to giving.]

How much does a heart weigh? [He asks conversationally, his eyes on the pedestal.] Maybe it's just a weight thing. Put one of your shoes on there, see if that does it.