Tommy follows the gesture and squints in the direction of the doorway, trying to get a good fix at what lies beyond. It looks, mostly, like a whole lot more metal stuff, which makes it pretty indistinguishable from the room he's standing in now. But whatever's past that door, can it really be any worse? he asks himself, and the answer is pretty clearly no.

So he shuffles forward, taking two experimental steps toward the door, and relaxing a bit when it seems like his legs are responding better now than they did a moment ago. His shoulder's maybe even starting to hurt less, though he keeps it pressed tightly against his side anyway to avoid tearing anything new.

"You been here long?" he asks, trying to get a better read on whether Mouse is a helpful kidnapper or a helpful kidnappee.