[ his eyes narrow at the odd disembodied voice making a reappearance, and he casts his gaze over his shoulders, as if its owner is going to appear out of the ether at any moment. It doesn't. Yet. When he looks back at Cairngorm, there's a question in his expression, but their eyes are closed, and he doesn't bother asking aloud. It's not like they'd know what the weird voice means, either, right? ]

Just because we're not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there. If we were able to come in, we'll be able to get out, too. I guarantee it.

[ he's awfully confident for not knowing what the hell is going on, as usual, but that's Lupin. Thieving common sense dictates that all rooms with an entrance also have at least one exit. ]

... You do hear that voice, right?