The three of you break up into individual expeditionary parties, browsing through the areas less affected by the attack. The back half of the floor escaped most of the direct concussive blast from the bombing, although it's been damaged by smoke and some exposed metals have been warped by the heat. Unfortunately for Elysium's guests, their distance from the explosion likely only prolonged their suffering. You step over the twisted body of a mortal whose skin has been scoured by burns, though if you had to hazard a guess as to the nature of his death, you'd err on the side of suffocation while fire rampaged from room to room, billowing toxic smoke.
For the first few minutes, your efforts lead to nothing but disappointment, at least until you crawl beneath a fallen piece of sheetrock, bringing you face-to-face with a cowering young woman too afraid to look you in the eye. She tries to pull away, gritting her teeth as clothing shifts on her body with a wet ripping sound. Her tight-fitting red top has been fused to her skin in uneven patches, held in place by weeping burn wounds. She holds her hands over her face as if she's trying to hide from you, streaking her cheeks and smoke-stained blonde hair with bloody soot.