Alexander sniffed theatrically, "How rude, it's like they didn't expect visitors.  I will definitely put forth a complaint."<br/><br/>Grinning, Alexander looked around, scanning the room for anything that stood out.  His knives were out, and he had altered his clothing to something more appropriate to the situation: a comfortably fitting dark brown track suit.  Glancing at the dead bodies, Alexander frowned as he tried to jog his memory of the occult for anything useful.