Not sure. Cameras, microphones, maybe... Personal effects, something taunting? [ This isn't something you do to someone you like, after all. ] Or instructions, maybe there's something expected of us here. I'd be shocked to find a bomb or anything, but I can't say much is impossible.

[ Her prediction is entirely correct, nothing awaiting him but staple pieces in neutral colors. He completes his outfit, dropping it into a messy pile atop the shoes he has on standby. Then he's climbing up onto the bed, craning his neck to peer into the light fixture. No tell-tale glint of a lens or isolated battery to be seen. He sighs. ]

I'm thinking short of breaking things open we can consider this one done. [ He'd like to break things open, but as the bigger picture goes it's probably not the wisest use of their time. He steps back down and snags the survival booklet, skimming its table of contents. ]

Bathroom next, or food?