"Aint no one been here for weeks." She says, a toe prodding the line that they'd put down as a silent indicator, a way for them to know if anyone's set foot on Hellhound territory. It's a good sign but it only prolongs the news - Where the fucks is Kodiak and Ibs.
When there's no sign of anyone intruding, she holsters her Beau, balances the flashlight under her arm and slides two hands down her face, trying to wipe off the doubt she has that her two friends are still alive. There's just this feeling...It's nagging. It's never good news that prickles this bad.
The only sound in the bank are the groans of a building grown too old. She doesn't even bother to shine the flashlight around. Instinct would tell them if anyone was in here. "Aint nothing here but disappointment." She starts heading for their stash. They might as well check on it while they're here.