Standing up he dusted himself off, and began studying the door a little more. It wasn't on typical hinges either. "The fire is for you to stay warm. It's not as cold as it would be outside, but in time..." He'd seen what cold could do to a body in time. Before it froze to death.
Scruffing his fingers through his hair he stared up at the top of the door, and then down at the bottom. "I'm not exactly the type of man to stand and wait for something to happen." There had to be a way out.