Freaky stuff like ... bloody fingerprints. I mean, I only found the one but it was small and smeared across the wall near the door like it was dragging itself there.

And that's not to say there aren't others. But no bodies.

[ Barry shudders, shaking his head before he refocuses his attention on Princess Iris trying shoes on. ]

Hey, at least you got something a little more useful. We could always use cookies.

[ But the gun ... the gun gives him pause. He isn't going to say anything about it, but there's definitely a noticeable silence there as if he wants to bring it up but can't find the words to. ]