Hawke, have I ever gone into this stuff without a plan? [He can at least drum up a little smirk as he shifts, hand reaching into the pocket of his hoodie and pulling out the silver cylinder he's been carrying around. With a quick flick the gunblade activates and he points the barrel at one of the walls.]

Some of the glass is way too solid to be anything but a trap door. If we shoot it, we break it. We break it? We can probably walk our way out.