[Yeah, smart call, but even if this key isn't for that, he scrambles after it to retrieve it anyway. If they don't need it, better to hang it up where it was to make it less obvious they went poking around.
He picks it up, then gives it a toss and catches it again.]
All right! To the barn.
[He trots his way on outside and blinks at how bright the sun actually is once it's not filtered through the rickety walls of that shack. He can get a better feel for where they are now, too - dirt road, old fallow field overgrown with weeds, but there's a property line just back in the direction of town and that field is full of greenery in neat rows. And people, bent over as they tend to the crops. People who, he can only assume as he watches, are there against their will.
Goddamn this place. So fucked. He gives a short frustrated huff and redirects his attention to the barn and heads inside.]
This cabinet?
[The paint is flaking, but it has several locked drawers inside. The key sticks in the first lock, but he rattles it until the tumbler gives up, only to find nothing inside.
The second lock, second drawer, now that opens smoothly. This one gets used sometimes. And in that, there's actually a ring with two keys on it - but one looks small enough to fit in a padlock.]
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[Yeah, smart call, but even if this key isn't for that, he scrambles after it to retrieve it anyway. If they don't need it, better to hang it up where it was to make it less obvious they went poking around.
He picks it up, then gives it a toss and catches it again.]
All right! To the barn.
[He trots his way on outside and blinks at how bright the sun actually is once it's not filtered through the rickety walls of that shack. He can get a better feel for where they are now, too - dirt road, old fallow field overgrown with weeds, but there's a property line just back in the direction of town and that field is full of greenery in neat rows. And people, bent over as they tend to the crops. People who, he can only assume as he watches, are there against their will.
Goddamn this place. So fucked. He gives a short frustrated huff and redirects his attention to the barn and heads inside.]
This cabinet?
[The paint is flaking, but it has several locked drawers inside. The key sticks in the first lock, but he rattles it until the tumbler gives up, only to find nothing inside.
The second lock, second drawer, now that opens smoothly. This one gets used sometimes. And in that, there's actually a ring with two keys on it - but one looks small enough to fit in a padlock.]