[She returns his smile with a dry one of her own, because fuck knows she understand the need for this kind of humour. It's one of the things that's managed to carry her through this far in life.]

Yeah, good point. Maybe we should stop fucking with the mystery lock until we know a bit more about it. I do not want to be responsible for unleashing untold terror on everyone when it's already pretty fucking terrifying down here.

[She drops the bone she'd been holding, wipes her palms on her already grime-smeared pants.]

And I know what you mean. Messages are just like...all fucked up somehow. Words aren't coming through. Who knows how they're doing it, but it does kinda make sense. Drag us down here, make sure we're cut off from communicating with anyone still on the outside...it doesn't bode well, does it.