Bob seemed hesitant, but after several hours standing in a lobby littered with corpses, the potential change of scenery seemed to invigorate him somewhat.
"Just so long as there's nothing in there that's going to try bite my head off," he muttered under his breath, entering the apartment. "Any trace of the portable terminal, then?" he asked, looking around and rubbing his hands together briefly. "Would be a smallish briefcase, but a thick one..."
After a few more moments glancing around, the civilian shook his head. "Well, no sense waiting for it to magically pop up, might as well get to searching. I'll start with the office, I guess, you go with wherever you feel like... I don't expect it to be just lying around out in the open, but it can't have been hidden away too deep either..."