As he opened the door to the bathroom, a buzzing noise garnered his attention. Devon rose an eyebrow, turning around and glaring at the buzzing form of the dead...angry man, or whatever it was. The janitor's walkie-talkie was buzzing, and then a crinkly, mildly cautious voice peeked through the speakers, asking if anyone was going to answer. He sure as Hell was.

"Hey." He responded, pressing the button to the walkie-talkie's speaker. He sounded surprisingly bored and through with the entire situation, and his voice had an annoyed edge. "Who's this?"