[ ... well. that's a sobering thought. he doesn't respond as quickly as he had, a moment needed to take in what hiro just said. recognized some of the stuff? wouldn't that mean— ]

People that used to be here?

[ —that's the blood of people hiro knows on the altar, and that's not exactly something adrien was expecting. if hiro's not bringing attention to that particular detail, though, maybe he shouldn't either. the focus was on trying to figure out what this meant... right.

so he shakes his head. ]

If that's the case, people that are still here could give us an idea on most of the rest. [ though the implications that'd aren't exactly things he wants to tell people. ] More people we know of, higher chance we pick out some similarities.

[ it's his turn to move, his hand going to the silver baton clipped on his lower back. he slides it open, the screen that's revealed lighting up in front him. then, he looks at hiro. ]

—Er, taking some pictures. Can I?

[ just in case. and... since the stuff belongs to people he knows, adrien feels he should ask. ]