Dirk feels himself coil like a spring as their journey into the darkness is broken by flames and the button. Both his mind and the feeling in his gut are telling him to be prepared to leap into action at any moment, because that button can spell nothing but bad news.

"That shit looks like a giant neon sign to light up over our heads saying 'we're here, come attack us', if you ask me," he scoffs, hiding the edge of anticipation laced in his words, "I wouldn't jump to press it without knowing more about what we're getting into."