Prisoner 7064 cursed when she heard the retreat of the figure before she actually saw them. She'd hoped to do a shakedown and maybe get a leg up on this sick game they were all stuck playing. She relaxed and lowered her gun as she turned back to the room filled with the horrific scene of gore. Tugging her shirt up over her nose, she inched into the room further, trying to search around. Checking cabinets, any closets, the desk, and... after a LOT of mental preparation, the tattered remains of the clothing wrapped around what was left of the mutilated corpse. Surely there had to be SOMETHING in here of use... it seemed a little too fast for someone to have gotten to this room and been ripped apart like this. After all, it was the first place she came to when leaving her own cell. Surely this was planted.