[he smiles because good, maybe he actually could get rid of this without seeming too weird and flushing it down a toilet. what a puzzle.]

... well, that certainly has an old movie prison sort of charm to it. [He regards the tiny, stupid knife for a moment before placing it to the side with a sigh, fiddling with the edge of his dumb tie bandaging because nerves.] You know I've been thinking, how big could this warehouse possibly be? How many more rooms could he have like these puzzle rooms? He's going to run out sometime.