"What -" Dutch cut herself off when she realised that the door was locked, then sighed. She frowned and stepped back to the middle of the stairs at his words, resting the axe on the steps. She watched as the fire licked at the oil within the stones, to light the way down. It bathed the stone stairway in a warm glow, and suddenly made it look a lot more inviting than the cold, limited light of her phone. "Wicked," she murmured, then held her hand out for her phone.