"Uh..." The woman paused for a few seconds. "Lauren DuPont, Samson Hale and Jeremy Hawk...s? Not entirely sure what his name is. Secretary of Agriculture, Tourism and the head of taxes. Suspects other than yourself?" She looked at the woman, an awkward smile on her face. "Nobody. Pretty obviously and definitively you. Got you on camera, honestly, a miracle you even managed to get away after the third one considering how blase it was. I guess whoever jacked you only cared insofar as you could kill those three, and then couldn't give a rat's arse."

They departed from the elevator and up into a long hallway. A single turn and they had finally reached Aw3struck's bolthole... And all things considered it wasn't bad. The sheer fact that it had enough space for a proper kitchen with an oven in it was a step up from how most people lived. There was a thin layer of dust across almost everything, but that just meant that nobody else had been here between when she had last left nad now. 

"Welcome to your new home. As for if I can trace it... Like I said. It'd take me a long time."