Hm. [He'll take that as a yes. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small flashlight, which he turns on with a twist of his fingers. Happily, it's a more modern build than he's used to, and it illuminates its area of focus with clarity.]

I'm inclined to believe the former. I'm not aware of many trap-laden ruins with forgiving attitudes toward their trespassers. [He gives the passageway a sweep with the light, revealing worn carvings in the wall.]