[ Okay, so the door slamming behind him was... kind of upsetting, but Roxas can deal, it's fine. So what if he doesn't like feeling like a trapped animal? So what if sand is starting to build up against the soles of his shoes? He's fine! He can... turn out his pockets, frowning hard, with his heart racing. ]

I got—uh, sand, that key the guy gave me, um—

[ Tiny jar of jam he'd swiped from breakfast because he thought it was cute, weird rock, shiny white thing he'd found on a barrel.

...huh.

Roxas looks back up, frowning. ]

I don't know if this stuff is going to help us, but I'm not gonna stay here. If the only way out's up, then we just have to figure out how to get... up.