This is, in fact, the whole cafeteria. Living up to what Dr. Finch described, it is painfully small and unfurnished. You don't honestly remember ever eating here yourself, either--there's a couple of fast food places just down the street.
You check inside the boxes. There's microwavable pizzas, microwavable burgers, and... plasticware. The food is made of engineered meat, specifically grown so that it doesn't spoil if it's not frozen.
"What manner of gun is that, anyway? Is that... is that running on a Stratemeyer Engine?," asks Dr. Finch.
Michelle nods. "Yeah. It ain't the best, but... tube cops don't get paid much. Part of the investment, I guess."
Dr. Finch stares at the gun a little harder before he pipes back up. "Don't you worry about it... err, exploding? That's always been a concern with Stratemeyers... one good puncture, and poof! No one in the room has faces any longer."
Michelle chuckles a little at his phrasing. "Nah. The gun casing is pretty much untouchable from the outside. It's part of why the gun's so heavy... they have to send little robots into it just to repair this thing. Only horror stories I've heard is from, like, people shooting up the barrels of the gun or whatever, and even that's prob'ly an urban legend."
While the other two are talking, you notice... something. Blood on the floor, and on the counter... but not a single solid puddle. It looks smeared, or dragged, like someone tried to clean it up or wipe it off. No sign of a body, or gore, either. Whatever mess was here once has been... taken care of.
Warn them that this place has been uh, cleaned of all gore save for a few bits behind the counter. You should also probably burn the engineered meat food stuffs. Assuming that they've haven't been emptied by whatever mad thinking being's doing all this.
... What I'd give for some sort of pocket sized ammo fab that's had most of it's electronic bits neutered so it can only make specialty load shotgun ammo based on a dial's setting. And a sawn off shotgun to use it with. Some Dragons breath would be welcome here.
I know it's not important in the grand scheme of things, especially on such an urgent timeframe, but I'm curious to know what's written on the posters/notes/menus? tacked to the walls. Maybe we remember that and don't even have to look at them? If this cafeteria is so unused, maybe they haven't changed in a while.
... What I'd give for some sort of pocket sized ammo fab that's had most of it's electronic bits neutered so it can only make specialty load shotgun ammo based on a dial's setting. And a sawn off shotgun to use it with. Some Dragons breath would be welcome here.