Andrew's fairing slightly better, but he's never been a fan of the cold and he can feel it sharply through the soles of his trainers and through clothing meant for spring. "It's very nice to meet you, Jodie," he says solemnly, looking away from the body over whose legs he's stepping in order to avoid meeting the blank gaze of what was formerly a man. He holds his breath the last few steps, willing Jodie not to look up, willing the door to be unlocked --

The handle rattles in his grasp, and his heart sinks as he sees the pad where he's meant to swipe a keycard. Turning back to the hall, he lets his gaze rove over the still bodies. Whoever they were, whatever they were doing here, whatever happened to them, odds are at least one of them had access to this door. "There's a door, but it's locked," he tells Jodie, not wanting her to wonder why he's stopping. "I'm going to find a key, so I need you to hang on while I look around -- you're doing so well. Just a little longer, then we'll get warm."

Right. If he's lucky, one of them will be wearing a keycard as a badge on the outside of their clothes. If he's less lucky, he'll only have to dig through a couple pockets before he finds what he's looking for. Steeling himself, Andrew backtracks, looking over the first body.