[ Yako nods at Hank's question, picking her way gingerly along deposits of bird poop and feathers as she guides them onward. It's not that she's squeamish, as they look like they're a fall hazard; she's not sure her footwear was ever designed to be slip-proof under these conditions. ]
There's a stairwell not far from here. We could take that to go up.
[ And unless there are any suggestions to the contrary, that's exactly where she starts leading them to. ]
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There's a stairwell not far from here. We could take that to go up.
[ And unless there are any suggestions to the contrary, that's exactly where she starts leading them to. ]