It was in a state of disrepair, sure, but right now it still felt like luxury in comparison with the conditions they had been forced to endure over the previous few days. There were plenty of times in the past - at least, the past that Izaya could recall - where his slender, agile build had come in useful to him, and he didn't doubt that now would be another of those times. He could step lightly where it was needed, his slight weight proving less of a liability than a heavier frame would have been, and if that failed he was just arrogant enough to feel certain he could rely on his skill with parkour to extricate him from any unwanted situation the derelict mansion might present.

He only took a cursory look at the rooms closest to him; what he wanted was a bedroom, or perhaps a library that might contain the remnants of useful information, though right now he was tired enough that his usual pursuits would likely have to take a back seat. Leaving his pack where he'd dropped it, he headed for the staircase in the least disrepair in an effort to locate the kind of room he desired.