Ghoul slumps and makes one of those drawn-out, aggravating groaning noises that typically come from bratty teenagers who are being forced to do shit they don't want to do. In this case, the shit in question is turning and trudging down the hall in the direction Rorschach has pointed.

He glances back to make sure Rorschach is following him. He may be doing as ordered, but that doesn't mean he has to like, agree, or not-argue with it. "Why? What's in there?"