"Either that or there are some folks into some kinky shit around here." More because those are regulation handcuffs, not the 'safer' sort. "If there's handcuff keys in there, grab a set. Handcuffs usually all use the same keys, so having a set around can't hurt."

Don't ask how he knows things like this.

He takes the box cutter, shoving it into a pocket on the uniform and making note of the fact that Price has lasers. Which feels a little unfair. "Thanks. I'm not entirely defenseless, but I prefer having something I can use on hand."

Sam goes back to the desk, taking a look at the card before rifling the desk. Less for clues and more for things like paper clips or maybe a letter opener while keeping an eye out for anything that might not have caught Michael's eye. Nothing against her, but she's not used to the same sorts of monsters that Sam is. "I don't think it was expecting to get rumbled. A lot of this is feeling very...trying to stay one step ahead. We don't know how long it was hiding among the Rig crew as it was."

If he finds anything, he'll have a go at getting into that filing cabinet. Anything could be hidden in there.