Carlisle rolls his eyes at Kabal's justification, following him into the room. He considers leaving right then and there, hoping his not-quite-captor would be too distracted with looting to notice his exit. However, he knows well enough that anything he leaves behind will go to this strange masked man, as he seems likely to pilfer whatever he finds regardless of Carlisle's presence or lack thereof. While whatever is in the room might not be useful -- Carlisle's not entirely sure what this strange, cylindrical object he's been tossed is, for example -- some of the goods could very well be. Better some of the wares have a chance of going somewhere they're needed rather than into the hoard of a masked brute without a single altruistic bone in his body.

Tucking the roll under his arm, Carlisle leaves Kabal to survey one side of it, meandering idly on the other side until he ends up near a cabinet on the far wall, one tucked behind a desk. He gives the door a light tug -- locked. Well, good thing he didn't bother moving the desk, since they're obviously not getting in there.