"Yeah," Lucca says. "The scene down here's dead, anyway. Anything interesting that happened went on upstairs. The only other thing I could think of was the security feeds and that was a huge waste of time." She claps you on the back awkwardly. "Guess you should join us."
Qui remains awkwardly silent during the ride up. If he knows something that you and Lucca don't, he's not saying.
"Has there been any sign of Alisha?" Lucca asks, breaking the quiet as the elevator hums, nearing your destination. "Do we know if she was here when the attack happened?"
"Hard to know for sure," Qui replies. He seems distracted, caught up in his own thoughts. "But it's likely. If she wasn't here, she would have been storming the building by now, demanding answers. That's how she operates. This place was her baby—if anyone was going to take it down…" he trails off awkwardly mid-thought, absently drumming his fingers along the grip of his gun.
The elevator chimes a polite musical tone as the doors crack open, revealing the charred remains of Elysium, chased by the stench of burnt flesh. You step out into the wreckage, momentarily distressed as the heel of your boot breaks through a layer of blackened crust, sinking into something that squelches loudly enough for you to hear it over the sound of the investigators coordinating as they pick through the crime scene.
Charred bodies have been stacked to either side of the elevator like heaps of firewood. Qui's people must have had to move them to get inside. You think for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around the scene. All these dead kine—there must have been a rush for the elevator, but they were caught in the blast before the doors opened.
Such Wasteful Death