Russell walks a little easier, relieved with not feeling that he has to defend himself overly much. But as much as the mice and tunnel mystery is on his mind, they pale a little in importance now that the mice aren't swarming him and the grates are out of sight. The other curiosity is eating at him.

"Now, when you say it's your job...?" he asks, a little into the walk. "Do you mean, uh, you've been breaking into things, while you were wherever you were?