Tony is staring down at the circles on the ground, following the path of the middle one by walking along it, his lantern dangled low to try and scope out whatever is there to see. The notches are noted, compared, and he silently points to one and the other as if to ask the question silently: do these line up?

Maybe.

He sets his right foot on the middle zone and his left against the inner, and kind of half-heartedly tries to deploy some friction to attempt to shift the circles or at all sense if they give from brute force alone, as Val speaks up.

"Well, watch your fingers."