The girl followed after, once more befuddled as to how he accomplished such a feat. She'd tried watching his hands as the sweet-smelling liquid ate at the rust, but she saw no place he could have poured it from, or hidden it away to. Of course, it had been darker then without the moonlight, and even darker now -- her flashlight was the only point of illumination. Her empty hand alighted on one of the counters, while her light tried to ferret out the corners and edges of the room, where the doors and drawers lay hidden.

"How... do you do that?" she finally asked, her tone curious, voice soft. Everything had been so quiet until now, she felt as though speaking too loudly might ruin the steady calm of the journey.