[ He's just not going to respond to that, he decides, even if for a millisecond he almost wants to smile over her immediate comeback and the tone over pointing out the obviously existing lock. That's just an old habit or an instant reflex from years of doing so refusing to not resurface. If things were normal it'd mean something, but it surely doesn't now.

At the confirmation it hasn't happened on any of her trips (or longer) here before, Claude opts not to say anything to that either. That's also as good as Hilda confirming what Cyprian had said - and what she'd said - are as good as true and not any kind of exaggeration like he'd wondered at first. It's not that he's setting that train of thought completely aside, but more that he's placed it on the metaphorical backburner to keep turning it over while his focus goes elsewhere. Since they apparently have something like unlimited time in this warehouse, it can wait until later.

He sets the second crate down on top of the first, spends a second looking at it, then changes his mind and moves it to the ground next to the original one. Better to create a sturdier base to stand on, and it's not like they're lacking more around to use. Maybe he'll volunteer to come back and help put things away later - after making sure the door works first. ]

I had a delivery to make and then stuck around because Cyprian asked.

[ That's good enough since she's not asking out of genuine curiosity anyway, he's positive. Comments about any mess also get ignored considering the only reason there is one is because he'd tried to leave before any of this happened. Instead he turns to look at her more directly this time. ]

Are you going to do anything to help get us out of here or not?