Dutch looked around the place curiously, until a cat wound itself around her ankles and she managed not to trip, crouching down to give him a quick pet, before he decided to go bug his owner for food. She stood back up and shrugged out of her leather jacket, abandoning it on the back of a chair.

"Don't you want to call him?" If she'd just seen the body of someone she loved in there, she would want to call them as soon as possible. And preferably before she was drunk off her face.

She grabbed her gear out of a pocket of her jacket and sat on the edge of the couch, to roll up on the coffee table.