<strong>"It wasn't there when I looked,"</strong>she muttered, all surly-like.<strong>"But, if you're going to throw other people to the front, they're the ones that are going to eat the explosives. or, you know, whatever the hell this is." </strong>she holds up a needle.<strong>"Seriously? Who puts something like that in front of a room <em>in a hotel</em>? Clearly this place was used as something else after it was a hotel."</strong><br/><br/>She flexes her needle-free hand and then sighs at the casual rock-turning.<strong>"No. No, not like that. You start on a sweep. Then you go pace by pace. Look for anything standing out or unusual first. Remembor that shitty kintzy memorabilia can still be worth something. And shrimpdog eggs might be, like, high-grade caviar AND exotic pets."</strong>She demonstrates as she does a sweep, going from here to there, poking, lifting, examining walls and under fallen planks...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm going to take ten... so, 17</div></div><br/><strong>"Also, speaking of shooting first? We've got like seven guns on us here. Let's try shooting first <em>then</em> running in to headbutt it like buttheads."</strong>she flicks her blaster from its holster, as if examining it, then flashes a pointy-toothed smile at the others<strong>"I'd rather not burn a hole in anyone, after all."</strong><br/><br/>She leans over to give Astrid a kiss on the cheek when the swashbuckler talks about her getting hit.<strong>"Love you too, sugarbutt."</strong>She snickers softly, moving up to Mera.<strong>"Also, if we knew where in this place we wanted to go...? I mean we could spend all day looking at moldy Yum-Z imitation soy product substitute meat-like chips in this place's pantry, while one wall through is like, the crown jewels of some place that has crown jewels."</strong>