[There's the sound of Cassel tripping over a few odds and ends inside his room, and then the door opens wide. Cassel himself steps back and grins, making space to let Zachary in. The room's half-messy, half-shrinelike, the half not full of piles of odds and ends covered in posters for old movies. The nearest one reads Attack of the Ghost Spiders and depicts a spider covered in cobwebs and, for some reason, shackles.]
SPAM
Come on in. Don't mind the mess.