Duster, having no weapon on him, held his concertina tight to his chest as if it would offer protection. There was nothing greeting them, save for the walls and the glowing designs painted on them. It provided illumination, if nothing else.

"Looks like--" And then he was gone. Just as he turned his head away from the wall, one of the eyes rotated to look directly at Duster. It continued to move towards Sheena and Albel.