No signal, huh? ... Yeah, that sounded about right. Come to think of it, he hadn't even checked his own cell yet. That should've been the first thing he did; maybe whoever did this had sent a text explaining what the hell was going on. Or was that wishful thinking?
... That was definitely wishful thinking. But just in case, Duncan decided to check, once he got his hands free.
Pebs turned to go peek down the drain, and Duncan gave her a reassuring nod. "Yeah, I got the door handled," he nudged his head towards the arm he'd stuck through the door, and couldn't resist continuing: "Literally, as you see."
There was probably a batter pun to be made, but he was a little too anxious to get the damn door open to think of one.
"We should probably grab whatever we can from the cabinets. Doesn't hurt to be prepared for whatever's... out there." His carefree tone faltered the slightest bit, but he was quick to regain it. "I'll see if I can fit anythin' more in my bag when I'm done with this."
With that, Pebs went ahead to check the drain, and Duncan focused onto his own mission at hand.
He felt around in the dark for a moment, trying not to scratch his arm onto the edges of the hole in the door - until his fingers reached what felt like a door knob. Hopeful and a little anxious, he went on to search for a locking mechanism. Hopefully, it wouldn't be something that required a key or a code.
It was not, he soon found out, and breathed out a victorious: "Hell yeah!"
Excited over his accomplishment, no matter how small its scale, Duncan flicked the lock open, carefully retracted his arm and then stood up, glancing behind him. "Door's ripe for openin'! How's the fishing goin'? Anything bite yet?"
As he waited for her answer, Duncan pocketed the screwdriver and fished out his phone instead. As expected, there were no messages - but at the very least, he could check what time it was. The lack of windows made it difficult to tell otherwise.