<br/>I look into each room, growing more confused by the minute. I'm expecting treasure, guards, safe boxes - what is an asylum doing here? I might be on entirely the wrong track...<br/><br/>I stand before the blonde womans room for a few minutes, debating. If she's not too crazy, she MIGHT be able to tell me a bit about the layout of the place, if she's seen anything interesting. On the other hand, she might set up screaming, or attack me. Plus, if she's sane enough to tell me anything useful, she is also sane enough to be believed when she tells people I was here.<br/><br/>I move on, looking through the cabinets in the exam room - I don't know much about drugs, but I'll probably recognize anything used recreationally. I also examine the door North - the lock, whether it has a window, what I can hear behind it.