Roxas' explanation of corridors also went over Kirk's head, but he could grasp the gist of his meaning, and the most important point. "So it's not you who's doing this," Kirk said, still picking his way through the disorderly mess of the store. He hadn't exactly suspected Roxas was to blame — the kid had looked as surprised as they did to warp to completely unpredictable rooms — but he shown himself to have "powers," and he'd seemed to recognize something about the doors.

But same as how Kirk knew it wasn't transporter technology shooting them around, he guessed it wasn't whatever means Roxas normally used either. Which pointed again to their number one suspect: the Head Doctor. If his hunch earlier today was right, then Doyleton also fell within Landel's sphere of influence, meaning going through the front door again(?) would send them off to god-knows-where. And, seeing how Landel loved inflicting his experiments on as many prisoners at once, it also meant that everyone else was probably going through the same thing.

Kirk's flashlight lingered on the open drawers in the grooming area, and the disarrayed supplies within. Whoever had been here before them was now long gone, and if some of the building's structural damage had happened just tonight... well, Kirk definitely wasn't averse to Chekov's recommendation.

"Here." He pointed out a door at the back of the store, which a sign indicated would lead into a veterinary clinic. Time to test the scope of Landel's "experiment." A few solid kicks with his hospital-issued boots rattled the lock, and he pulled it open, unsurprised to find exactly what he was expecting: a vet clinic. The other passages hadn't changed until they'd gone through, either.

Kirk looked back at the two teenagers, smiling as he held the door open for them. "If you're feeling up to it, I'd say 'as soon as possible' is right now."