"A pity for us both, then, that I've no designs on it." Emma stops to push open a heavy wooden door with her hips, stepping inside with the swing of the chamber door and leaning back against it even once it's propped open. She makes a show of bowing and gesturing for him to come in. "Captain," she invites before straightening. "His cell." Raising one hand, she points to the great maw of spikes that make up the cell that Rumpelstiltskin was kept in, a lever and pull device running back from it and responsible, it would seem, for opening the cage, that would otherwise look built into the deep corner of the castle foundation that it's been carved from.