Arthur took one last hit off of his cigarette before drawing up the underside of his boot and snuffing it out, and tucking what was left in the pocket of his dungarees. "You put in a code in this thing here?"
He crossed over to the door and pointed at the box that Miguel had been messing with. "Maybe you got the wrong code. Sorry Ma'am." He tipped his hat at Lyla. "Is it numbers or letters?"