The flurry of movement and preparation surrounding the shunt seemed more organized than the last one. There wasn't panic in the air, but a sense of focused purpose and imperative. The Muin man quickly pointed her at the third skyscraper. The building may have been covered in twisting vines, but the outline could be nothing else. She carefully took in the entrance. Something had forced it open, violently, and with strength she probably couldn't manage. Metal like that didn't just bend on a whim. She placed her hand on a piece of the door, noting the sparkle of shattered glass on the ground before moving her gaze to the large door.

Valdis picked her way around the wreckage, looking intently at the box and wishing that Tony was here. This would be right up his alley. The door probably wouldn't break and she didn't care to find a weak spot in the metal. She started looking around the edges, wiring or something that someone might be able to get around. Perhaps the wall, but structural integrity would have to be ensured first.