"Got it!" He's pretty much over on the call of 'over here', and he'll aid in ripping at the overgrowth. They come out in lumps, at least the ivy; but the vines have hardened over their long years, and they need a considerable amount of strength.

"Ugh-- there's nothin' outside, nothing I saw. We gotta hope all this in here works! I hear something."

That would be the terminal inside, a low, quiet thrum under the green. And in some more pulling, they may be unable to unveil portions of the panelling, seeing lights under the grime collected.