[Falcon followed as Sander led him on. Remaining quiet, naturally, he simply took in his surroundings. He had to wonder a little, how a place that one calls home, could be so dark. Not that he was complaining, he hadn't seen strong, unfiltered light for a long time, so the sparse illumination did't bother him so much.
And so he followed Sander to the kitchen, Falcon's favourite room. The rooms seemed to be in the same state of disrepair as the rest of the halls, and given the tone, the dead cat somehow didn't seem out of place... If a little disturbing.]
Hmm... Interesting place. [Falcon finally spoke, just the slightest hint of worry on his face,]