He just huffs. "They're old. Whatever made them isn't coming back, so you don't need to be that concerned." He taps the side of a hole with his umbrella, sending shards of wood cascading down. "They're useful if we need to leave in a hurry, however."

He gestures with the umbrella, beckoning him onward. "I still have to talk with my client. And I wouldn't advise being alone in this place." Despite the fact that by his own admission, he himself has been in this place, alone, several times before.