"Sweet Jesus..." she breathed, staring, her hand stopping short of touching the dead guard, and she glanced at the stairs; light filtered down from the room above, and she could nearly make out the reflection of the space in the large window halfway up - nearly, but not quite, as there was still too much light outside.<br/><br/>The phone still pressed to her ear, she started up the steps, head turning to try and see into the room above even before she gained the turn to the stairs.