[An almost absent-minded humming, which he really nearly forgot. After all, he sounds a bit too fascinated by what he sees.]
So this is it...? Fascinating. Ah, don't go in yet, cover your mouth and nose. These don't seem to be disinfected or-
[Closer to the intercom as he's entering the room.]
... no, they are not. Morbid, in a way. It's interesting, I see no files. Do you? Ah well... perhaps some of those things there are useful, too. Don't take too much, though. They shouldn't see we were here.
[ooc: Team yellow, in the Morgue.
This charming little room. Or not so little. There are human arms and legs hanging from the ceiling on hooks, and we're talking quite a few. Bloodless, but no, not preserved or treated at all, meaning, they smell. Sadly, there are no files. There is, however, medicine in the top-floor-thing you see there. Go and tackle part of the room, search through whatever you want. No corpses on the tables, but maybe you'll find something else somewhere.]