They honestly expect us to clean this? The two of us? Bloody hell they're insane!

[Derek starts walking down one of the narrow isle between the boxes of files. He picks up one folder and looks at the layer of dust on it.]

I'm slightly terrified of what we might find, yet exited though. I mean, they could have at least provided is what some way to organize all this. Like, filing cabinets, book shelves... ANYTHING! We're going to be here for days!