Good he left; Doll could sigh, close her eyes, and put her enhanced ears to good use. Her hearing as an elf had always been good, but now it was even better, difficult to believe or no. No sounds of approaching footsteps, but there was music... right, her mark had been a frontman for a band. Hadn't ended well though. Taking the time to check the bodies, the guns were next to useless to her; civilian fair, designed for self-defense than true combat. Seems they weren't really well armed, or at least these ones weren't. She tucked away a few of the cigars - once she made sure they weren't laced with anything nasty - the few coins she found, and considered the painkillers for a moment before tucking them too into her dimensional pocket. Phantom limb syndrome wasn't uncommon for people with cybernetics, particularly those for whom it wasn't necessarily a well-thought-out plan to get them; painkillers could help there, and prescriptions were a bit harder to get for her now that she had no healthcare and no medical records persisting.<br/><br/>She also glanced through the datapad, which proved to be quite a mistake. Doll's face twisted into a frown as she looked at the woman with her body littered with shot-holes, and decided to take a picture of the woman, adding her image to a new folder labeled 'Proof of Death'. She then pocketed the datapad too; she could drop it off anonymously in the postal system easily enough, and it would get to the local precinct. Could help solve a LOT of questions, and would likely squash any remnants of this gang that could be lying around.<br/><br/>Her ears perked up at the distant sound of music quieting, and cursing quietly to herself she picked up the key - who knows, could be useful - and grabbed that emergency button, tossed it in the air, then sliced through it with her scythe like butter, rendering it harmless to her. Quietly then it was time to head downstairs; she had a sneaking suspicion that she was about to encounter her target...