[ The smell of gore is faint, but it draws him in anyway. He's been in enough dusty temples to pick out the unique back-mouth taste of dry blood on his tongue. The room doesn't disappoint and he stares at it in delight.

The skull takes him by surprise, but not as much as seeing the person who threw it in the flesh.

Oh boy. ]

Weeeell...

[ He draws out the syllables of the vowels, like he's actually contemplating her question. ]

Being the former slave of a crazy ass bitch who did shit like this, I'm guessing someone with money, power or both wanted to bring the....thing-

[ He gestures at the alien corpse. ]

-home and it had other plans. The writing on the wall is probably some pathetic attempt at a heroic warning for whatever sad meat sack got sent here to "deal with it". Y'know, standard cryptic log stuff.