Had there been anyone in the building Robert Chase would be looking distinctly less composed where he's framed in the doorway. As things stand he resembles nothing more than a rabbit caught in oncoming headlights, albeit a rabbit with a makeshift crowbar and supply bag thrown over its shoulder. Deserted or not, the place is creepy, and he makes short work of taking control of the door to get it relocked with himself on the (presumed) safer side.

"I left the bodies in the next hallway," he tells her, passing off that metal pole into her more delicate hands to let his twitchy ones work the lock. He's stayed here enough to be used to how everything works.

Back's turned for only a second, though, and then he's exhaling relief, even smiling at her. He did good, didn't he?

"Looks like everyone decided to eat out after all."