Lily blinked, seeing who, by all accounts, looked to be a zombie approach her. Seeing as she had just dealt with a zombie horde not too long ago, she felt apprehensive till he actually spoke. And then she chuckled at his guess she's try to pry it open. "No, nothing like that." She took the blade, etching something into the wood of the door. "The brochure said something about a lack of labels, so I figured I should mark this, just in case." She smiled, wood shavings falling to the floor as she worked.

The blonde was thankful she was still dressed to travel (jeans, sneakers, t-shirt); if she had been in her lounge clothes, she would have died from embarrassment after falling in here.