[Grits his teeth, practically glaring at the pieces by now. He lingers on the fragment with what looks to be the old woman exploding, glances down towards the message that's been left behind—and then (providing his brain hasn't abruptly decided to melt by then) glances around the whole room instead, more to give himself a break than anything else.]
This is taking too fucking long. I know there's something . . . ! —Can you break the wall there? Where it's been smashed already.