"I mean, is that actually Han Solo frozen in carbonite? I thought we had a Han?" He slides his fingers along the rim of the door until he finds the right edge to pull. The door comes up easily. "That depends on what else it's covering, right? Wanna go in?"

Not that Howard's keen to be going through creepy trapdoors, but Zou's with him, and odds are if you're going to hide something with Han Solo it's probably marginally valuable.