August glanced from the door to the described box. He'd shuffled right past it while concentrating on getting to the computer. As he noticed it, and its oddly scrawled words, his eyes went dinner-plate wide and he took an unconscious step backward from it.
"I..." He stopped, swallowing. He took another deep breath. "This is...this is gonna sound really weird, but can you come in and open it? I...can't." Visions of bombs and snakes and small spider monkeys danced through his mind. The box wasn't moving in any sense of the word, but maybe it was rigged to only respond once someone touched it? This whole scenario was already too much, and he was just getting his breathing under control. If she said no, he'd have to figure out a next step, but for the moment, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the cardboard container sitting smack-dab in the middle of the room.