Heaving a frustrated sigh and dropping his pack on the ground, Syrae flung himself belly-down onto his bed. Dust rose in a cloud from the thin mattress.
"None!" he said, sinking his face into his arms. "None at all. I got nothing. I mean, maybe if someone would talk to me for more than five seconds, but other than that..." He heaved another sigh. "We're pretty much ruined for work, thanks to Creepy."
Rolling over onto his back, he rested his hands on his chest and stared at the ceiling. "Unless...I dunno, we think a little more creatively..."