[ Snoop or don't snoop, Neal's not gonna judge him one way or the other. He gets that it's a precarious thing to do, probably illegal, definitely out of the ordinary, but hey. He's an out of the ordinary kind of guy, and he's not too worried about treading on the tender toes of kidnappers, so. ]
Keys, for starters.
[ He mutters absently, brow furrowing as he tugs a mouse trap out of one of the cabinets. Tosses it back in and wipes his hand on his shirt in disgust. ]
Maybe a map, brochure, pamphlet, something telling us where we are on the map. Any kinda paperwork.
[ He adds on after a beat, sighing when he scopes out the last of the upper cabinets with no results. He shuts it finally, then turns his eyes on Fitz. ]
Don't tell me you don't wanna know this kinda stuff too?
no subject
Keys, for starters.
[ He mutters absently, brow furrowing as he tugs a mouse trap out of one of the cabinets. Tosses it back in and wipes his hand on his shirt in disgust. ]
Maybe a map, brochure, pamphlet, something telling us where we are on the map. Any kinda paperwork.
[ He adds on after a beat, sighing when he scopes out the last of the upper cabinets with no results. He shuts it finally, then turns his eyes on Fitz. ]
Don't tell me you don't wanna know this kinda stuff too?