Well, nut-bunnies. Here wasn't the place for a joke, so she had to presume he was serious.

She followed the tracks until her fingers brushed the edge of a cart. Briefly she reached in, felt around... some dirt, some rocks... probably from things falling from the ceiling but nothing of value.

Still. Workable.

"Ah. Well, now's a good of a time as any to find out, huh? I found a cart." Besides, it could just be a lizard or something. Plenty of things enjoyed living in the dark and quiet like this.

Alastor had a fully-developed inner ear, she presumed. Even in death.

"I'll be very sore if you vomit on me, so please try not to, will you?"