His eyes flash with controlled fury.<br/><br/><strong>"No, it wouldn't be her.  But you're right. This might not have been the Killjoys.  The whole building is still standing.  And if someone wanted to point me at them, this'd be the way to do it."</strong><br/><br/>He disappears back into the bedroom.  A moment later you hear a cynical, unpleasant laugh.<br/><br/><strong>"And yeah, they didn't know what to look for."</strong><br/><br/>He re-emerges.<br/><br/><strong>"Naww, I don't bother with insurance.  All this stuff is easily replaced, and they didn't ruin my stuff so much as just toss it about.  So I'm out...what, a tee vee that I barely watch, a cheap monitor, and a set of locks.  I'll call the superintendant and we can get this stuff cleaned up."</strong>he shakes his head, pulls open his fridge.<strong>"Huh.  They left a six pack of beer in here.  Completely intact.  How unsubtle can you get?"</strong>A moment later, he grunts.<strong>"That's weird.  This might actually be safe to drink.  Hang on.  There's a note tucked in with this."</strong>