"Thank you, Patrice," Trudy says, tone approving like he gave the correct answer in class. At this conversation, she pats herself down. "No glasses, no wand, but I do have my journal," she confirms. It does not occur to her to contact anyone immediately. Instead, she approaches the hatch in the center of the room. "Free him?" she ponders, then gives it a tug. It won't open, but it does budge a little.