[Ben is completely unconcerned about his feet; his boots are more than capable of protecting him from the glass detritus and he's sure-footed besides. Nonetheless he picks his way carefully further in, taking a quick mental catalogue of all the ways the room has changed. The things that have been thrown and broken.
A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he looks over sharply.]
Ladd Russo does a lot of murdering. Lua is... you're close?
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A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he looks over sharply.]
Ladd Russo does a lot of murdering. Lua is... you're close?