Boxcar heard Ashley's voice, and then shortly after that, could hear Sam as well, and almost immediately stopped howling and barking.  Good, he had been found, and despite the thickness of the hidden door, they were able to hear him.  He didn't question why or how they had found him so quickly; for his animal mind, it was only important that they were there now.

"Okay, listen up!" he said loudly and clearly in his somewhat growly, gravelly voice.  "There's a catch built into the wall, kinda hard to see but it's just a little right of the door.  Should just sink into the wall when you push on it."  Then when he heard scrabbling around on his left, he grumbled a wolf-themed expletive under his breath before barking, "Hey!  [i]My[/i] right, not yours!"

A little more shuffling around, and obviously one of them must have pressed the button because the doorway slid out of the way again, and Boxcar found himself looking at Ashley and Sam.  He stepped out of the doorway nonchalantly into the basement proper and turned his head to look up at them.  "About time!" he gruffed, though his tail was wagging behind him and betraying that he was glad to see them, and very grateful for a rescue.  "Say...that smells like food, doesn't it?  Now that you mention it," he said, even though no one had mentioned anything, "I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast.  We should go get the food."

At the moment, Boxcar was completely unconcerned about the secret doorway in the lodge basement.  As soon as he had been rescued, any trauma of the event had fled his mind, replaced with a very "I meant to do that" sort of attitude.[hr]
Nora had gone back to the kitchen to start loading plates with fajitas so that people could start eating them as soon as they arrived, when she heard a thump against the kitchen door frame, and she whirled around to see the girl slumped against the frame.  "You're awake!" Nora gasped as she put her utensils down in a hurry and - without stopping to even take her oven mitts off - strode over to where the girl had stopped, and she came to a halt just within arm's reach.  She tried to gesture with her hand by her glasses, but then realized she still had the mitt on, and she had to take it off and then make the adjustment.  A medical diagnostic program supplemented Nora's basic medical knowledge; while the girl was shaky and was still a little pale, nothing indicated any serious injury, at least externally.

"E-Easy there," Nora stuttered soothingly as she flipped off the glasses readout and held out her uncovered hand.  "Can you make it to the table?  I just finished making lunch, and you look like you need some nutrients right now."

Nora suddenly remembered that her last chat with this girl hadn't gone so well, and she swallowed audibly in anticipation of another blow-up, but she held her ground; the girl had been through a terrible crash, and possibly hadn't eaten for a day or two by what her glasses told her.  It was no wonder she was on edge.  And Nora still didn't know her name!

"I hope you aren't vegetarian," she quipped with a nervous laugh.