[Mycroft is frustrated from his fruitless quest, he'd scoured the floors during the day for any sign of anything to do with nanomachines, in hopes he'd find a machine, a sign, literature, anything, but alas, it was to no avail. He's on the third floor now, ready to find a place to hole up for the night, in one of the rooms, when he thinks he hears something. Or someone.

A pause, as he stops in the hallway, expecting something horrible to come out of one of the rooms. Maybe the morgue monster that got him previously is loose somehow.]

H...hello? I demand you show yourself!

[He's brandishing his umbrella with the piece of rubble tied to the end.]