[ Oh wonderful. Dick scans the room for something-- a trap door, a false wall-- not that he expects to find anything. He takes stock of what is in there. Couch could be used as cover, he could use the chair and pieces of the crates as weapons. No obvious second exit.
The blood specks are both unsurprising a worrying. ]
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The blood specks are both unsurprising a worrying. ]
Homey. What kind of business do you do in here?