A glowy box? [ BA DUM TSH, he's so funny. He stands, shaking his legs out a little — they're a bit sore from crouching — and dusting off his pants. He feels gross, there better not be any prostitutes using the bathroom when they get back!! ] Okay, well. Um. Good job, team. [ He weakly punches her on the shoulder like they're two thirteen year old boys who think ball is life or something. ] I would appreciate not hanging out in a creepy mine any longer, personally. Sooo...