The investigator remained firmly planted where she'd been standing to knock on the door. Her drab greens eyes were bright in the dark as they slowly passed over each of the figures that had arrived to surround the two by the door. Street thugs, perhaps slightly better outfitted, all the same she cataloged the variety of armaments levied against her and sized up her odds. Trinan's face drew as she contemplated death for a moment, and then the lively manifestation of one of the nicknames she'd left Erschald with: Trouble. The death toll, however, would be inexcusable, this wasn't one street thug but a fairly large assortment. A frown broke out across her face, she was disappointed and then upset with herself for being disappointed. Well, there was no sense being dishonest with the cloaked men now. "I should tell you the same, keep them steady," she said flatly, locking eyes with the man who'd appeared first. She eyed the open door for a moment, taking stock of her options before committing. "Let's trade questions then," she concluded, and strode forward into the building. This would be one for the logbook, the captain's night on the town. Even in the dark recesses of the building she was walking into, she could hear the coming laughter of her XO. Whatever awaited, she was resolved on one thing: Those bodies weren't taking care of themselves, especially not when they were practically framing her following the incident at the palace.