[Clay places a hand on the receptionist's mask. She flips out and asks him what he's doing but Clay tunes her out and uses his skill in [object whispering] to listen to the mask. A pool of water. A slab. A tune played. A passageway opening. All which the mask tells him. Clay takes his hand off the mask. The receptionist's lobsters look like they want to stab Clay and clack angrily in his direction.]