[ As if in response to his question, the lock gives with a low, grating crunch, years of rust crackling as it springs open so suddenly Lara nearly drops it. She holds it a moment, shifting parts to make sure it's still functional, setting it aside when she's satisfied that it is. ]

Well, that certainly answered that question.

[ She stands again, but hesitates before opening the door. ]

I don't expect this to be terribly exciting, you don't have to come along.

[ It's a genuine warning more than anything. She doesn't expect it to be exciting, but... ]