Trevor walks in first, holding the door open for Lark, his other hand on the gun Jon gave him. Just in case something living is down here, it pays to be prepared.

"Well, it's definitely a lot bigger than what I'd say we need. How many have been locked up here at once, two? Maybe three? There are ten cells here."

He comes up on the door and looks the padlock over.

"At least it's not magic."