Scotty had wandered over to the old well once they were outside, shining a flashlight down into it for one last check of the area, but the well didn't have so much as a bucket, let alone a lantern. He was, admittedly, also feeling pretty disappointed with their situation. He'd wanted to come back victorious. That wasn't looking great. And he was starting to get hungry, too. Had they just not searched hard enough? It wasn't like there were really a lot of places to search here.
"We got another day to do this bullshit, yeah?" he grumbled, leaning against the well as he looked back at Owen. "Let's do another sweep of this place, then head back. We can drag people over to P21 tomorrow, and then it ain't our headache anymore. Not entirely, anyway." He pulled out his phone, trying to find P21 on the map. "This spot's mostly water anyway, so unless they've got a secret fucking submarine, tomorrow will be cake, especially with more people." Unless everyone else was sent on a scavenger hunt, and they had no one to bring. But that was a problem for later.