Upon entering the kitchen, Felix started to quietly open drawers, trying to find something that might be suitable as a weapon and leaving the notes to Pam. He contemplated pulling out his lighter to see better, but a quick glance up to where the window used to be killed that idea. One of the housemates might see it and know to come in, but who knew how many of those things there were.
At her exclamation he quickly looked up, feeling himself start to crouch automatically as his gaze moved to the dark doorway that led to the utility room, only to see that she was heading for the table.
"Are any missing?" he asked, as he straightened back up and followed after her, then claimed his own phone. He wanted to check to see if he'd been left a message specific to ExB, but with Pam so close he could wait. "Shit, how many of us are there now? Sixteen? Len, Kiley, Edwin, Dad, Lucy, Tobias..." he muttered, quietly naming off everyone in the house and counting a phone off each time so Pam could potentially let him know if he was missing anyone, regardless of whether or not the device actually belonged to a person. "If I didn't miss anybody it looks like we're the first ones here."