Uh, yeah, no, does it look like I've got an assault rifle? And I'm working on it. Obviously. The— the clothes situation. [ So offended. As if Jaune is such a prize himself. His haircut isn't even that good. He mumbles mostly incoherently to himself as he skulks around, knocking a few things over in the process before grabbing some clothes himself; it's surprisingly hard to put the whole outfit on in the dark, but a guy's gotta stay looking sharp.

He crouches and starts shuffling through a pile of junk, then recoils his hand. ]

Ohgodwhatwasthat. That was not normal. Why was it squishy. [ He turns on his ECHO eye to avoid another traumatizing touching of an unidentified substance. It glows in a sort of creepy way in the darkness. ] I don't know, just start digging through stuff. It's a murder basement, it's gotta have something.