I sigh. Wonderful. Traps.
"Yep, dat'sh why I went shecond..." I murmur, examining the shotgun. I move to take it and get a closer look, if I can. I doubt there's any more rounds - this kind of trap likely needs to be manually reloaded, so there'd be no point leaving extra - but it's worth a check. Maybe if I take it with me I'll find some ammunition stored around the place. If not, well, I still have my Space Gun.
Still, this being set up does imply something...
"...Shomeone shet dish up. Shomeone with dere mind shtill intact. It might mean nothin', but... it might mean dat dere's shomeone elsh here."
Or not. I mean, I had no idea how long this sort of trap could last - it might have been here for years, for all I knew - or it could have been set up by whatever weird force brought us here in the first place. Still, something to keep in mind, just in case.
I looked ahead.
"We besht keep movin'."