Everything about this place is making Adrasteia want to crawl out of her skin. The first thing she's going to do, once she gets outside into the sunlight (or moonlight, as the case may be) is sing a little. She can't even muster the energy to hum right now or bounce about to the variety of tunes that are usually in her head at any given time.

She's been loathed to put her back to the black tear in the Fade at the center of the room, instead slowly circling the edges of the room. The corpses have garnered half her attention, the rest of it on the Rifter setting up his devices; she's figured out that the bodies entirely in black were probably ritually killed, if not suicides following whatever explosion took out the Venatori. There are also bits of paper she can't make out in the dark, and these get collected and wrapped in a clean handkerchief and placed within her Warden armor as she finds them.

Tony's movement and query, though difficult to hear, ping her attention immediately. With a gesture she casts a protective spell over him and the chest.

Just in case it's booby-trapped. Or something.

Look, this place has her on edge.