It's a dead end. He dies before she can choke a response out of him, one of the haphazard shots from the guards having pierced an artery.

It'll be a small chunk of time before she heads inside. Crime scene work isn't her forte--she makes the corpses, not figures out how they became corpses. Still, she looks the bodies over, texting Grey the images as well as a brief and curt message telling him to get his ass back now. Cleanup can handle the bathroom and the blood scene at the airport; she needs him here.

Fucking demons...

She shows up eventually, knocking on Charlotte's door once the guards move aside. There's spatters of blood speckled on her t-shirt and jeans. They made her rinse her boots off so she wouldn't track in blood, which are downstairs, drying, leaving her walking around in socks, because she's not going to shuffle around in slippers. Oh, and her weapons are downstairs.

"I'm a mercenary," she grumps in greeting, sparing the guards a disgruntled look. "You hired me. I'm not going to murder you."