The group approaches, and despite what they're all but conditioned to expect, nothing leaps out at them. Nothing grabs for them. They just go right in, a shuffling, wary group, and shuffle their way right in.

They hear a scraping noise in the distance, metal brushing against metal, methodical and not particularly harsh. A shadowed figure stands behind a metal island, dipping a large spoon into an empty container. It lifts its head, acknowledging them, but doesn't stop.

If they don't speak quickly enough, though, it grunts in irritation. What do they want!