[from here]

There were outside. Knives took a moment to look upwards at the sky to see the stars. It wasn't the sky that belonged to Gunsmoke and despite how long Knives had lived on that planet (over a century) he felt no nagging sense of homesickness. What had take place been but a barren promise of a wasted paradise?

This place was clearly an eating area, so he moved to find the kitchen that had to be attached with it, for now he was still silent even as Subaru was still traveling with him. He wasn't sure if they were safe out there.

[from here]

Knives went into this smaller room and went directly to the door to the kitchen. Subaru had said it would need to be broken down. He examined the door with his flashlight and then glanced at the human to make sure that the boy wasn't standing right behind him and in the way.

He stepped back and kicked hard against the door. It didn't move, but he wasn't about to give up. He gave it another kick, and another. His leg started to protest from the strain, but he ignored it. Finally the door budged very slightly.

Knives paused and sighed.

This was going to take a while.

[from here]

From this point on it was new territory for Subaru, though he remembered the map well enough that he felt confident he wouldn't get lost. Still, it was nervewracking to be heading into the unknown, in the dark, with a companion he didn't exactly trust. Would the staff kitchen be guarded as heavily as the one on the first floor? He could only hope not, because Knives was unarmed and his own magic was, of course, sorely limited.

Great help he was being, as usual. "The door at the very end of the hall is the one we want."

[From here.]

The silence in the stairwell was slightly eerie, and Roy tried to catch snippets of conversations from either above or below them as he went step by step.

"Now I have to try and remember where I left off," he said to both himself and Hughes with a small smile, doing his best to lighten the mood. He had made some steady progress with searching the second floor's locked doors, but it had been a while since he had gone on this particular "mission."

Still, he trusted in his memory. He would know where he needed to go once he was seeing it with his own eyes again.