Simmons is distracted by the way there's darker marks on the walls. She stands, gingerly, dusting her slacks off absent-mindedly as she does.

"I think, based on projection and relative staining of the nearby rock, that this," She waves a hand at one of the marks, which arches across the wall, "Is arterial spray... probably from someone about a good foot taller than me?" Forgive her tone of academic curiosity - she doesn't usually end up in the dangerous places until long after they've ceased to be dangerous.