Quitxi holds the map to the light, emitting a low whistle.  "This place is... huge."  She allows Sweetwater and Sophie to have a look before refolding the map and slipping it into her pocket.  She quickly frisks the remains of the magic-user.  "We might have to approach this in chapters," she says with a subtle smile, aching and sore as she gingerly rubs the remaining burn between her breasts.  "Sophie..." she picks out a volume or two of notes or primary sources dealing with the ruins-- knowing that books are exceptionally heavy, she opts only to stash the minimum away.  "... I think we should take what we can and clear out.  We struck back, but... this group is exceptionally well organized."<br/><br/>She turns back toward the accountant's room, where she expects to find that she's missed her chance and the coins have been cleared away.  If they're still there, however, she'll gather them into the nearest receptacle-- if there's nothing, she'll use her own backpack.  She continues to speak to Sophie as she gathers what she can here.  "We could continue to strike at them, but... it's going to take a lot more than us to break this group's back."  The next stop will be the storage room, if possible.  "It'll take some time to sort all this out, but first glance shows that this gang is really just one faction of a larger organization."  In the storage room, she begins to comb for anything of value that she can carry.  Her movements are deliberate-- calm, but wasting no time.