[OOC: Specifically it's backdated to a few hours after Jack Noir
exploded.]
[Deuce is sitting in the middle of suite 34, surrounded by lots and lots of papers, all of them with black scotty dogs crudely drawn onto them for some reason. A few of them look a little warped by water, as though he had been crying on them.
He's not doing that currently, but he still looks very sad as he absently scribbles a new dog onto his scrap paper. Occasionally he pauses to look back at room D, before dejectedly turning back to his drawing.
The feed eventually times out.]