There was no need for Castiel to see Lloyd's key. He already knew what it looked like, so simply knowing that he'd brought it with him was enough. That toolbelt he had looked to be rather useful, though Castiel found that he got by well enough with his trenchcoat. He generally didn't bring that many items out with him at night.

As Lloyd started fumbling for something, Castiel waited as patiently as he could until he caught sight of the scrap of paper. "I did," he confirmed, but he focused on reading Lloyd's first, tucking his blade under his arm so that he could hold the note with one hand and shine his flashlight on it with the other.

"Hmm. It looks that we got the same exact note." He hadn't realized that was possible, but it seemed that the rebels had written out multiple copies of the same odd message. "It doesn't seem like we can do anything about this device for the moment, though."