Max had to admit that Willow's work on the box was impressive. It honestly probably didn't even take much for her to fry the box, but to Max it was impressive. Willow carefully made her way into Winter's apartment and took a look around. Since Max wasn't sure what Winter's routine was, she watched Willow's movements and noticed the tensing of her shoulders as her eyes darted about the room. Something was wrong. Max swept her gaze over her surroundings and saw that the apartment was messy, but not ransacked. Like someone just hadn't cleaned up, but not like there was a struggle or that anything was missing. Her eyes strayed back to Willow and saw the worry in her face. "Something's wrong. Start searching." Willow ordered her, voicing Max's thoughts.
Max sighed and walked around the room, eyes roaming over piles of things. She was careful not to touch anything. If the neighbors reported Winter missing, the police might get involved and touching the things in his home might lead to some unwanted questions. There had been many rumors surrounding heroes turning villain to avoid being kidnapped and killed. Max didn't want Mockingbird's name on that list for a misunderstanding. Willow was Winter's friend. She probably already had finger prints in the apartment. Still.. Max looked over at Willow. "What exactly am I looking for?" she asked softly, her voice filling up the quiet of the room and breaking the silence that had formed as they searched.