"Whoa!  Damn that stinks...  Wonder what crawled in here and died... Probably the fucking producers of this show.  They probably left some food in here improperly sealed."  He grumbled about the show and how everyone was stupid, looking back at the door to make sure the plank was still blocking it.  He peered over the book shelf, seeing if there were any recognizable titles.  He grabs a random book and shoves it into his pack, just in case he needed it later.  He looked back at the blanket, a little worried.  He'd need to check to be sure...  He pulled back the blanket, moving slowly up and off the object, holding his breath, one hand holding his new best friend.