[The door opens on a pulley system. Cassel's on his bed, knees up with a sketchpad resting on them. He puts it down and beckons her in - notably does not step on the floor. It's not booby-trapped, there are clear signs that it isn't, but it could be.]
Heya. [He wriggles a little, pleased to see her.] You brought me a present.
[spam]
Heya. [He wriggles a little, pleased to see her.] You brought me a present.