Rhea'li laughs; truly menacing indeed. While he doesn't need the hand, he won't turn down the offer, taking her hand with one slightly calloused as he stands.

"Shall we then?"

And so he leads the way forward, hand in hand, before opening the door, carbuncle immediately bounding through it before coming to an abrupt stop.

It's crates.

So many crates.

Crates crates crates, crates all the way down to the ceiling. In fact, there's almost no space to enter. One could fit, perhaps, one more column of crates in there.

Rhea'li glances at Lilja, bemused.