"Could be a silent alarm." See, it's not necessarily optimism. He's just being pragmatic. Clicking his flashlight off, Charlie moves into the warehouse proper. Everything's packed in bulk: rows and rows of boxes ready to be shipped on from this temporary unit. It'll be a little bit of digging, but they've got nearly a half hour between now and when their timer runs out.

"Take left, I'll go right. You've got that list I gave with you still, yeah? Just tear into some boxes and see if you can't find anything useful. We'll stack it by the door so we've a neat pile to take back with us." Which is as much as he says before he shears off to the right, quietly ghosting out of her immediate line of sight.