"Uhh,"

He wades through the standing puddles and picks a washed-out, sodden ticket from the mud.

"This thing. You were supposed to pay at the front gate to get a few, to use on all the stuff around here. You... you did at least pay to come in, right?" It doesn't make a huge amount of difference at this point, since he's pretty sure there's one basic level of punishment no matter the damage done.