Milliways' lost-and-found drawer is, perhaps unsurprisingly, dark. Even to Enserric's not-exactly-a-sense of sight, very little is visible. He's tried scrying spells, but they don't work. Damn his quick tongue for getting him stuck in here. Actually, damn that Security bastard for throwing him in here, that's more productive. It's still not productive, but it's less unproductive. Is that even a word?
This is exactly the kind of internal debate that makes Enserric clam up and mutter to himself in agitation. Which is, at the moment, his only diversion, so it's just as well, really.