Matt's gaze slides to the other guy, his lips quirking for press X to doubt.

"Maybe," he allows. Weirder has certainly happened in these parts. "Or maybe there's another way out. Honestly, if past is prelude, there's a secret code somewhere in here that'll lead us to a basement rave."

That thought in mind, Matt turns to scan the chapel. His gaze skims across ruined pews, statues high up on the walls, vines and moss. The altar commands the most obvious attention, and the manor is nothing if not obvious when it wants to be.

"Could be promising," Matt notes, proceeding down the center aisle. "See anything that sticks out?"