Yes, Gwen, the one with the adorable land shark that talks now.

[She grunted as she turned her body around the top floor, starting to scan. This was ... beyond creepy. They were all in pieces so even if they were actual people she wouldn't want to turn the back right now. She was about to suggest this was a bad idea when her eyes lit up on the scuff marks.

Racing over, she pointed and started to push on the shelf.]

Scuff marks. Hurry! I don't know what's going on here, but I'm not interested in finding out. Let's just hope this is a way out.