Leon listens and nods, although his gun holding is decidedly a bit armature in comparison. The downstairs power goes on first and then it's a not-quite rush to get to the right places. A few lights came on inside at the first floor, but it doesn't seem like much else did other than part of the AC system. It kicks up a good bit of dust as it hums, rattles, and roars to life. Somebody had it a bit chill when the power was last on, as the poor system doesn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.<br/><br/>Upstairs is mostly unlit, the dust giving a glow to the streams and pools of light that are present. There's signs that people were here sometime after the paranormal investigator was. A few paths that are less dusty, dried blood stains going into a door, and so on. Quite a few rooms up here (either six or seven depending on what that really thin door with the light above it is for), and the hole that was made upstairs has let in plenty of plants and animals to really give the upper floor that long abandoned look.<br/><br/>At least the almost pristine white of the upper floor fuse box glistens in the emergency light. Whoever threw the faux-wood panel open was quite nice. Neither the box nor the light would be too visible if panel was closed.