Dust and grime had filled up the crack between the hatch and its surroundings, but with a fair bit of work she was clearing it out. Some dried mud seemed to have gotten on top of it too, particularily nasty on the hinges making it hard to even try and open the hatch, but she got it clearer with some effort, revealing some writing on the top of the lid.<br/><br/>"Keep locked at all times, only used in case of emergency, dangerous." There was a little bit of dusty metal that might have been a lock on the hatch long ago, but it had become so fragile it wasn't really holding the hatch down at all anymore. A good strong pull would probably finish the job and shatter the remains of that lock, it didn't look like it could handle any violence, but even that was meaningless if it wasn't even locked in the first place, and given how the hatch's surface moved as she brushed some hard-packed dirt off of it, it just might not be locked to begin with anymore.<br/><br/>Yet as she was looking over at the hatch, the orc lad watched her wiggling backside mesmerized and a bit curious. Though orcs were more dark-dwellers than folks to set up torches and lanterns the orc's eyes did appraise and appreciate her ass and the fact the light in the room gave a lot more detailed view of her there. Moving closer, one step at a time the orc watched her excitement with the hatch, with a fair share of excitement to him as he watched that wiggling ass.<br/><br/>Moving closer he finally kneeled down behind her, setting the club down besides her, with one hand reaching ahead to press on her upper back to keep her from rising up too soon, the other hand brushing up a thigh and lifting that bit of cloth out of the way, even if its protection was meager, for those rough green fingertips to trail a path over her womanhood.