The improvised mirror, though distorted, does offer a clear enough view into the room to see what is going on. Perhaps a half dozen human (or at least humanoid) figures are ransacking the room. Two of them are pulling pieces of power armour out of one storage container, examining it with teeth and hands. They are matted with filth and dressed in rags.<br/><br/>At the sound of voices in the outer corridor the pack freezes, then begin scrambling and loping towards the door, licking grimy lips and producing what look like improvised clubs and sharpened bits of metal from amongst the rags.