The hall itself is empty, although there is a set of stairs. The Shadow does a brief bit of listening himself, assuring himself there is no one in the stairwell to hear. All the same he answers in quiet Japanese, in case. "Very, and the vehicles will be unfamiliar. They run on machines, and those make noise, and fumes." Poor Ichi will be assaulted with the scents of gasoline and oil in addition to the beeping and roaring and other myriad sounds of a city in motion.

The direction of that muffled noise should tell him the way out, at least. For the time being The Shadow hangs back, letting him set the pace for his own discoveries.