Blake stood in the doorway, careful not to move far enough into the room that he would contaminate the crime scene any. His eyes moved slowly over the room, noting the position of the various pieces of meat that had once been a person. He tuned out Vivians cries as much as he could, regarding the scene impassively.<em>I guess that's easier to do if you hadn't been tucked up with them the day before.</em>he thought.<br/><br/><em>Noise</em>was his next thought.<em>Even as fast as this must have been, there should have been some noise. The window breaking at least. Its possible the victim was drunk enough they never heard that. The entry scene looks violent, like an animal burst in, and they're not known for being quiet, not in a situation like this.</em><br/><br/>He looked around at the blood splashed everywhere in the room, and the pieces of meat.<em>So, either no one heard anything ... and wouldn't the hotel have alarm systems that would go off? ... or the sound was somehow blocked. That doesn't add up.</em>He gave a short exhalation of breath, and frowned slightly.<em>Which mean's more weird shit to deal with. Even if I get lost I find some. Time to go clean the ordnance and start making preparations for unexpected visitors.</em>