"Right," Sean growled, when the last robot disintegrated, brushing stray nanites off his clothes. "Now time to hope that these things still have information in them." (Fillmore was a technopath, after all - it would seem odd if he hadn't made some effort to erase all the data that they held.)

He left that particular issue to the people more qualified than him to deal with technological stuff, and instead started prowling around the room, trying to catch any stray scents that Fillmore might have left behind.

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Scent tracking, something I always forget I have: (1d20+20)[28]

(I'm fully expecting him to have teleported so he doesn't leave tracks, but hey maybe I'll find a secret room or something.)