Blake was more amused than intimidated by the glare, but he hid his smile behind a polite expression of neutrality. He'd been glared at by much worse in his time.<br/><br/>"Any crime," he said, "Requires three things. Means, motive and opportunity. While we might have had opportunity, being in the same hotel, the other two fall through. We don't know either of the victims, so what is our motive? As for means, it looks like they were torn apart. Something like that doesn't get done quickly or quietly, and if we'd done it we'd come out looking like we were in a slaughterhouse or a bad horror movie."<br/><br/>He gave his head a shake before continuing. "We ended up in this town by accident, because my nav system went screwy. If you don't believe me, have one of your people take a look at it. We ended up in this hotel because it seems to be the only one we can be in."<br/><br/>"Now, if you've got something wild, weird and hungry running around here, I'd like to know about it, so I can take precautions of my own. Anyone around here own exotic wildlife that might have got loose?"<br/><br/>Blake was fairly sure it wasn't something natural, but starting off with asking about ghost stories and local legends might seem a tad odd. Better he provide the voice of reason, and let one of the more ... interesting ... members of the group come out with the oddball stuff.