Ask what happened

Leanne wanted to know more about what was going on as it seemed the angry clown had seen something too. “You… You don’t know where the others are?” she queried.

“No!” he repeated, clearly annoyed. “We’re supposed to be doing a damn job and everyone just disappears before we get what we came here for.” Leanne stared up at the tall thief, too scared to say anything. “And what have you been doing? You’re supposed to be helping us, right?”

“I-I was upstairs,” she told him. “But I couldn’t see anyone, so I figured I’d come back down and see what was happening.”

“Great, well I guess it’s just me doing all the fuckin’ work as usual then,” he huffed. The crook stomped off and grabbed the door handle of the nearest room before flinging it open and disappearing inside. Without thinking Leanne skipped after him. Upon entering she was happy to see the room was empty except for the usual sparse furnishings.

"I guess we should search the place?" suggested the young woman unconvincingly.

The angry clown didn't respond and quickly began to rummage through the nearby cupboards and drawers. Leanne, deciding it was better to finish sooner before the resident came back and got into danger, began helping by searching for anything valuable. Their ransacking was soon interrupted by a terrifying scream from outside. Both froze where they were and listened closely. Leanne was about to ask what that was when the thief turned towards the exit.

"You finish with this room." he ordered. Tossing her the bag of illicit goods. "I'm gonna go see what the hell that was."

The criminal disappeared out into the hallway leaving Leanne standing holding the bag of swag wondering what to do next.