"Got a couple of spoons?" Piav goes around prodding corpses to make sure they're dead, and finishing them off if they're not. "I heard voices and thumping though - we didn't get all of the bastards. We might want to save lengthy interrogations for ... well, later." She pauses by one of the dead casters, then shrugs and kneels down to pat him over for identifying marks, items, what you have, looking under collars, down sleeves and ... well, she's thorough, tailtip twitching - not unlike a cat watching a mouse-hole.