"It ain't big, you can see." There's only about room for the two of them, and then mostly because Saturday is so small. It's a very good thing that neither are claustrophobes. "But it's enough for a conversation, or a cache."

She's backed herself up as far as she can, against a wall next to a vent of some kind, which she nods to. "This leads off somewhere. Haven't gone looking, yet."

And hadn't liked the idea of going off somewhere she couldn't turn around in without a spotter. Too many horror stories of runs gone wrong when someone got stupid in the vents. "So. Who are you thinking?"