Clarisse braces her elbows on the outer sill, looking inside.

"I don't see any spores," she says after a moment. "Just looks dusty as shit in there." A pause, as she lets her gaze move across the room. Aside from the bookshelf and the couch shoved up against the front door, it looks like it was a perfectly normal home once upon a time. "Oh, shit, dead guy in a chair. And a gun."

That settles it. They're definitely going in there. "Hand me something so I can break this."