"She could be contaminated with something," says Integra, and simply by them being who they are it's clear she doesn't mean some kind of disease. Ghosts, possessions... things that come for the very heart and soul of you, crawling out of the darkness. "But I can't imagine why she wouldn't tell us, if she were able."

Meaning she might not have been able to. Integra doesn't waste time getting closer, and she runs one palm over the apartment door, seeing for any reacting from the alchemy runes etched into the black leather of her gloves. "Do you hear anything?"