The spirit of Man jumps into the most mobile and articulated thing it can find, an oven mitt. On the way over to the safe, it knocks over a tin can. No prize for guessing what the spirit of fire then possesses.<br/><br/>Leon, waiting outside the kitchen and gasping for air like he'd been underwater for too long, nods a yes. Then he sends a message, saying yes. "I. Want to go down, or are you going to wait to see if the fire-safety stuff kicks in?" It hasn't yet, and the sounds of hissing and sizzling say that the flaming tin can has just gotten to work cleaning things up.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">If waiting for sprinklers/cleaning</div><div class="spoiler_body">After a few moments of burning and a bit of smoke filling the air, the sprinklers go off. Just not in the kitchen. Several other places on the ground floor, but not where the fire is. On the up side, everything's been well cleaned by the spirit of man. Most of the jewelry is cheap, the exceptions being the wedding rings and a pocket watch. Those could sell for some actual cash. The sealed envelopes were thankfully somewhat water-proof, so the stuff inside is probably fine. Just might want to wait on opening them until they're dry. No sense taking extra risk. The cigar boxes are, unfortunately, empty. Thankfully, they're also off or with how fancy looking they are, the pair would probably be spamming reports to fill up with your favorite brand. The secure boxes are fine. They are also locked and made of some kind of duraplast, probably with a metal inside.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Exploring the lab while the cleaning happens</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The power is on, and the basement is now well lit and slightly cold. It's also barren of anything that Lapine and Leon hadn't noticed before. The door has power, and somewhat fortunately, the lock is a biometric lock. A bit of hair opens it up real fast, and blasts the pair with cold. Rows and rows of what look like cyberdeck interiors line the walls on the entry hallway. The rear is rather more disturbing, distributed sheets of brain-matter are being grown and cultivated into shapes. The door further in doesn't have much in the way of security, but it is closed and slightly jammed.</div></div>