This building seems to crumble around you as you walk, small bits of plaster, stone and wood falling off with every step you take. Only part of the roof remains, and looks as though it could collapse at any moment. The walls are propped up with makeshift supports, as if the owner couldn't be bothered to spend more time fixing up what was already broken.
Weapon parts and pieces lay strewn about, though there seems to be a loose sense of organization to their placement.
A woman in a red leather jacket leans against the wall, smoking and looking you over. She smirks. "I think I got what you're lookin' for".
