[Inigo is disoriented, confused. He's at the door, tugging at the handle, getting steadily more disturbed when it doesn't budge at all. His eyes flicker to the other person in the room, and his apparent - well, comfort around the body on the floor.
He just watches for a second. Honestly, Inigo's seen his fair share of dead bodies - more than his fair share, probably. It doesn't bother him all that much, even if it is strange to wake up here with one. The locked door is more disturbing.]
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He just watches for a second. Honestly, Inigo's seen his fair share of dead bodies - more than his fair share, probably. It doesn't bother him all that much, even if it is strange to wake up here with one. The locked door is more disturbing.]
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