"The place was empty," he answers, shaking his head. Not that he took any chances, when he came up, if the fact that he took the time to clear the room of Merritt's prison was any indication, nor does he plan to, now.

That in mind, he pulls his gun from his hip again, checking it over briefly if only out of force of habit born in the waking world, and nudges past Merritt. The lobby, however, is as empty as it was when he entered, now, the only sign of something being wrong the bars and grating still in place over the doors. Dylan only lowers the gun again after taking a moment to reach out, feel for anything beyond them, and coming up empty.

"General consensus is we're good."