Oh well, that's reassuring. [ he gives the stick an unimpressed look and lifts the lamp a little higher to look at the wall. ] I think we might be in luck there are no signs of other living things down here, not recognizable ones. But all these skeletal remains do beg the question of...why and how.

[ he toes one with his boot. ]

Fyodor Dostoevsky. [ he offers, a quick glance at her to see what her reaction is to them standing on a pile of...well, remains of something. ]