[He hears the questioning sound, but Shoto isn't giving it the time right then. Instead, he straightens the shorts under the half-skirt and pulls it flush as he walks, resolved in what he's doing. Following his friend through the door he pauses to look at it and its mess.]

It won't be out in the open, but...

[Kneeling down, Shoto sets his right hand to the floor sending out small spiderwebs of his ice to see where it crawls in front of him and to what surface it catches.]

If anything, there'll be tripwires, or something hidden. A crack in the floor or the wall that might be capable of hiding something. Watch your footing so you don't slip.