Dean follows Integra's lead, both in entering the premises and in conduct. "Mabel?" he calls out. His voice is as calm and even as possible, not betraying any of the worry he feels.

A glance up at the walls--good Lord, what's going on here? He thinks maybe he recognizes a couple of the wards, but he's not sure, and he's not going to spare the time to figure that out right now.

"Mabel? Mabel, it's Dean, are you here?"