Mica sighed, a disappointed look shot at the unopened door. "I guess we should head back",she agrees reluctantly. Damnit, no goblins or something equally exciting. Only a locked case. She eyes Duponte and steps up to the case first, closing her hand around the handle. "Let me take this for you. For now." She says, full lips curving in a sweet smile. Not the most trusting kind of person, Mica doesn't want ideas of running off with his precious appearing in Duponte's head. She slips an Ipod in a pocket where it rests next to her cell phone. "To satisfy our ferryman upstairs." Her fingers close around the keys, a small jingle sounds as she holds them up. "With some help, I can lock the door behind us. Buy us some time."<br/><br/>Heading back to the other room where the TV now stands silent Mica glances at the corpses and shivers. "Who'd do something like this?"