X slips into the coatroom, nostrils flaring as she scents the air. Not that she could hear any heartbeats, or any breathing, but --

Some of the guests are dead.

Depending on the world of origin, it can make a difference. That, and she is not entirely certain how Aphrodite's world works.

But the room seems to be empty.

Her shoulders relax fractionally, and she takes a few more steps inside, making room for Bruce.