After only a moment and a cursory sweep of the first room, Darion lowered his pistol to point at the floor.  There was nothing living in this room to be a threat.  Though by far not empty.  The corpse lying next to what was likely its last work before dying in a drug overdose was the only occupant of the room.  That form got a much longer look than the rest of the room.  Though he did pay attention to what was written on the wall as well.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Noone else here but us… I wander how long the poet has been lying there?” </span>He asked, though not really expecting an answer.  By his own guess, and the fact that he couldn’t tell if it was a man, woman or mostly machine covered in flesh was proof it had been undisturbed in a very long time.  Though, as he studied it, moving towards the window, he switched his eye through its different vision modes to get as much information as before.  And take an image capture of the poem written on the wall.  He felt he needed to since it was likely no one would ever see it.<br/><br/>He didn’t bother this time with doing more than those scans with his eye as the state of this apartment and the body would be certain there would be nothing left…  Maybe he would get lucky though and see something in the room.<br/><br/>Once at the window, and switching his eye back to normal, though high quality, vision mode he looked through to search for their way in.  A second later he reached up to see if he could wipe off some of the condensation… before giving that up as well.  Instead looking for the latch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>