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[ Alex has tried and failed to find Sofia, and her room is a little more bee-filled for his trouble. His other options? Metal guy. Who knows where he lives? Sinclair. Armed. He'll be on his guard. No good, no good, where does he go?

The hunt for the murderer's still afoot, right? The spliced-up murderer. What might he leave lying around his room? Something bright? Something delicious? It's worth a shot.

He'll have to be careful. Not show his hand too soon. Might get thrown off the case.

So he leaves the video off.

...Because without the video there's no way to tell that he's different. Riiight. ]

Nao-to?

[ ...ESPECIALLY NOT if his voice is tense and a little bit singsong _{shut up}. ]

Nao-to...?

((ooc: action tags are welcome; he's using a wall comm on the tenth floor.))

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[ The door hangs open onto the corridor. The room beyond is strewn with rubble and splinters. There's blood tracked into the carpet, where Sinclair trod it around like it was soil.

Beyond even that, the bathroom door is open too.

No answer comes. ]

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_{O-oh, God, Alex...}

[Excuse him, he's off to be sick.

And paranoid.

And scared.

Yeah, our friend J over there won't be sleeping tonight.]