Eyeing the piles of garbage with a bit of distaste, yet tinged with a fair amount of curiousity, Aicelia simply stands guard by the other door in the room from which they did not enter, while some of the others root through the garbage in search of anything interesting. After all, it would do them no good if some trap was in there and all of them were to get caught.. or if something managed to surprise the party while they were busy. Or so she told herself, as her sky-blue eyes scanned about the room.