Couldn't be the same person, as they were bleeding enough to be seriously concerned about it, as was a companion. However, yet other companions had likely been the looters, but the incessant nagging from the helper of the bleeder and the whimpering of the bleeder had likely forced them to rush. He took the three batteries and slotted them into the clip holder for the pulse gun, filling it to its max of five. Any further batteries would have to be placed in a pouch and carefully...<br/><br/>A loud four note jingle interrupted his thoughts, and as he turned, the drone was holding the flashlight over its head. It paused, before suddenly shoving the flashlight into its interior holding compartment, and then it dashed off to side, cackling to itself again. Clearly its personality circuits were crossed and it was getting worse. He sighed, glad it had snatched the less useful flashlight, as his darkvision made it unnecessary but still useful. No doubt the drone would hack it up in due time. He shoved the silverdisks into his pouch, before checking for bloodstains near the two brown card doors. They had to have gone through one, and he would check the other first.