Kita followed Emmett in from behind and stopped when he did at the entrance. She caught the beer thrown to her and looks at it before sighing. Kita stuffs it in her sweatshirt pocket for later; she won't allow herself to get drunk on the job, especially with the shots she chugged earlier. Kita follows Emmett in and enters the room immediately starting to take details in. But then Kita gave not a bored look, but an unamused look as Emmett just plopped on the bed and drinking his bed. Wow. He really meant it when he wasn't going to take it seriously. Or at least Kita didn't think he'd plop on the bed. Her expression reverts to her typical look and looks back to the room, staring at each detail as she thought to herself about each one in every way. She would write this down in her little notebook, but for now she'll just rely on trusty memory. Kita glances at the other guy who spoke before looking back to the body. "I think he's dead." Kita blandly responded with her smartassery. Of course he was dead, it's just that Kita loved throwing out a smartass comment here and there.