Lazarus hisses and stiffens slightly as Cesar pulls some of his shaggy hair when he takes the flashlight, but says nothing, bending over and making short work of the lock. It's nowhere near the complexity of an outdoor lock, and it falls to the floor as he pulls the doors open to reveal...

...extremely boring contents.

Frowning, he tips a few cans forward, viewing contents where he is able and finding exactly what the label or shape of the containers would suggest. He sighs, seeming disappointed, before catching sight of the paper bag about the same time Cesar does. Unlike Cesar, he reaches for it, readjusting his gloves and taking a deep breath just in case it's something unsavory.

A small plastic bag with plant matter falls out, followed by a packet of glossy photographs that had seen many... exposures, judging by the creases and occasional cloudy blotches. His dark eyes go wide as he thumbs through them, and he becomes increasingly gladder that he is wearing those gloves.

"It's... clowns," he says, wincing as he peels two stuck-together pictures apart. "Clowns that are forcing extremities into trees, while making prolonged eye contact with librarians. Making him a... coulrodendrobibliophiliac, I guess, that is so bizarrely specific..."

He offers Cesar the photographs.