"It's not that steep Mister Scott," Quentin says with a chuckle as he tests the gate. "We crawl. Though perhaps we may find an alternative way out of here." Setting down he searches for something he can use as a pry, settling on his pick trying to wedge into the gate and pry it open. "As for what we do next Miss Devereaux, we try and find a way forward." Not that there was much of immediate interest around besides the lever.