He tapped the comms in confirmation and resigned himself to trying to sniff out to go towards the rotting smell. Depending on how you saw luck, it might lead him to the labs that much faster. The place felt dank and stale, very much abandoned but not cleaned out before that happened. "Looks like he found his next shiny too alluring to finish up with here," he muttered to himself as he crept through the hallways. Pipes were collecting over his head as he went deeper in, a good sign that whatever was important and needed electrical and plumbing was ahead.
Turning a corner, he froze to the wall when a sizable lump blocked the path. It didn't move and smelt terrible, but he eased closer and thumbed a card cautiously. It was a dead person, with a big mess of its chest. "I can confirm der's still active traps," he relayed over the comms, squatting down to inspect the rags and decomposing body. "Either a homeless got in or someone tried to get out et failed. Checking if it was teeth or weapons."