She steps inside on silent feet, moving carefully to avoid blood on her shoes as she tries to get a better look at the corpse on the floor. He's mangled, sure, but she can still recognize the profile of his face as she comes around his side. Alfie. Not that he didn't likely deserve it, but that doesn't matter and isn't what she's here to judge.

Squatting on her toes, she inspects the corpse, then turns to her inmate, eyeing him as well. Her face is closed, almost alien but not quite, and she certainly doesn't seem surprised or distressed regarding her proximity to a corpse, or at all worried she'll join him. "Going to tell me what happened?" Her voice maintains that neutrality.