"That is surprising," he says glibly, and slides his hands into the pockets of his sweater before he follows her to the wall.

Does he want to look into the box? Definitely not. Something tells him it's still a good idea to do so, if only to know exactly what he's dealing with. The closer he gets, the more that thumping sound makes him uneasy, and when he leans over and actually sees a human heart that looks pretty damn real and, knowing Hell, probably is--

A poker face can only go so far. He does flinch back from that, and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to swallow down the nausea that suddenly surges in his throat.

That better not be his actual heart. Please, god.

"W-well," he says, a little croaked, and clears his throat before he opens his eyes again. "There were sirens trying to lure people to drown just the other day. I've heard talk about burying people alive. Usually, I think they just try to force people to talk about their sins."

And he thinks there was a word carved onto it, but he didn't look long enough to actually see it: assault.