She didn't answer when he knocked on the door, but the door yielded to his fist and seeing the circumstances he decided to step right inside, surveying the room to make sure he wasn't destroying any evidence.
He almost called out her name when he interrupted herself, the sound of someone's sobs making him move faster. As he stepped into the hallway, he could see a small figure by the wall, crying. She looked little or nothing like what he was used to, but her clothes, the way she sat - the mere fact that she was crying over the body laying before her, it didn't take a genius to figure out who the woman was.
'To- Dora?' he asked, stepping up to her, carefully avoiding stepping anywhere that could matter. 'Are you hurt?'
Really he'd had enough of death and violence and murder for a lifetime. Couldn't this just stop sometime?