Cole wobbled his way out of the elevator and into the basement/garage thing, he still wasn't entirely used to one crutch, but is getting the hang of it. Regardless, at least he knew his leg was healing fine.
He walked about, taking a few looks behind some things, but not looking too hard. Besides, why would he even be down here still if he was here? Wouldn't it be more logical for him to just slip by everyone to his own room rather than sit in the basement all day? Eh. Whatever. Cole decided he's gonna look anyways.
"Heelloooo?? Sensei Wuuu?? Ya here?" He called out, not hearing anything out of place.
Then there was a bit of rummaging...through what, Cole wasn't sure. He thought it sounded like a fridge was closing? He cocked and eyebrow before slowly, but surely, making his way over.
Fuck...should've grabbed my hammer... He thought.
He knew he was in no condition to fight, hell he could barely walk on one crutch, he didn't care though. If someone was there and they weren't supposed to be...then someone had to deal with it. And no one else was there who was meant to be there except him.
Cole peered around a few boxes, his eyes widening a bit.