Underground. Well. It's not the absolute worst thing he could have told her, but it's not the best thing, either. Sam's heart plummets, thinking back just a few hours ago to the wandering she'd done down in the mines underneath the lodge, the clammy chill of the air, the echoing amplification of even the smallest sounds against the rock walls.

"Guess that explains why I can't get a signal on my phone." Again she smiles, but it's a mask for all the trepidation she feels washing over her in waves like the ocean at the beach back home in Los Angeles.