Andrew stoops, taking one hand off Jodie's back to rifle through one body's pockets, his eyes carefully turned away from the face. Cold bites at his fingers and the clothing is stiff with frost. He finds nothing in one pocket, and then another, and then Jodie shifts and he rocks back on his heels and withdraws his hand at the thought of her seeing what he's doing. The thump from one of the room makes him jump to his feet, heart pounding as he stares at the empty -- no, not empty, but dead space from which the sound came.

Jodie isn't screaming, he realizes belatedly. He turns his head and furrows his brow at her, staring at her face for several long seconds as he parses her behavior...and her tip. "Alright," he says slowly, glancing back at the room. Still nothing. Carefully, he makes his way over and around the shattered glass, giving Jodie another glance before looking over the bodies here. When he sees the card he's not sure whether it's a flood of relief or a jolt of fresh fear he feels -- this is bigger than he thought. He doesn't know what he thought, but it's dawning on him that he's woefully unprepared for whatever he's got himself into. It's the work of a moment to bend down and unclip it with a murmured apology to its owner, and then he's striding back toward the exit, key in hand.