You're right. [ Jim forces himself to take a breath, trying to get his head on straight. Of course she's right, after everything him and Spock have been doing for the past couple days - it's hard to focus, hard to process properly, when it all feels like such a nightmare. He lets the air out slowly, determination settling over his shoulders like a well-worn blanket. ] I need to disable the traps, though. We set tons, all around the perimeter. If someone steps into one...

It's exactly what it sounds like. [ Jim is heading back for the warehouse door, a man on a mission, despite whatever blood pressure problem he's having - but luckily there's plenty around to aid him. ] It's a trapdoor that drops its victim into a pit. An oubliette.

[ One guess as to who that idea belonged to. ]