Doc took Lucinda's words seriously and backed down the stairs. The third-to-last step made a loud creaking before snapping in to, making Doc's leg slip through, cutting himself lightly on a piece of splintered wood. He quickly pulled it out, tripping over himself. He looked to the step, which was now fixed and unscathed from the incident. He moved over to it, the floor still making uneasy creaking noises, and stared at it. He pounded his foot hard against it a few times, but it was just like new. It had to be the work of this... 'Collector'.

"Hmmm... Seems we're gonna have trouble gettin' outta here..." he mused, stepping away and moving to the wall. He flicked his hand in the air a few times, his hand now starting to glow, snapped a few times, and placed his hand against his skin where he'd been cut. The wound quickly closed, and he wiped the blood away from the wound. If they were all 'collectible', then they must all have some sort of... power, or something. 

"Hey, maybe we should all introduce ourselves before we do anything... rash. I mean, if we're going to be here for a while, it might be wise to know what we all can do." he suggested, still holding onto that odd, little, shape-shifting crowbar.