"Okay. That makes sense. Hi Braeden."

"Hi. Are we collecting resources now? I should collect some of my weapons, if we are."

"Might be useful, yeah."

"How do you want to do this? Does it work if you hold my hand while I picture the place?"

"You can do it yourself. I wouldn't want to leave you here without the key and the door closed but leaving Stiles with the door slightly open went fine."

So she takes the Key, and the door opens to a small room, containing lots of guns and knives. 

She takes a pistol, a rifle, and a utility knife.

"Yes or no on explosives?"

"...how high is the risk you'll blow us up?"

"Not very high, but we can stick to the blowtorch if you want."

"No, bring the explosives," he sighs.

Explosives: acquired.

She also takes a cutting torch.

She offers him a knife.

...he accepts it. And gathers all of his objects.

To the prison?

To the prison.

"Am I coming along here, or should I just wait in the room?"

"—I'm wary of leaving you in the room and closing the door, given the way it resets when I'm not in it with the key, and I don't want to leave the key here."

"...good point! Okay, time to go to jail."

They step out, into the cafeteria.

A thick layer of dust almost masks the stench of decay. 

"Oh gods what's that smell."

"Other thieves, probably."

She scopes out the cafeteria. 

"I don't see anything interesting. You?"

"Not really."

Where's the smell coming from, though.

"You think it could be an Object? Trying to distract us or something, scare us off?"

"It could be decaying corpses in the vents. It could be old food they didn't get rid of properly. It could be mold. I don't think I have the ability to really tease out different smells like that. We should look for any clues to the vault's location." 

"Right, we should."

Time to search for the vault!

"I'll take half of this floor. You and twitchy take the other half."

"Okay."

He goes looking with Stiles.

"You doing okay?"