"Someone's definitely going to hear if we do," she frets, looking at their images on the screen. Better quality than surveillance footage she's used to, but it's still a little fuzzy-- the colors washed out, the movement jittery. Periodically, little white boxes pop up framing their faces like it's scanning them.

She's about to step back so they can start trying windows when a space beneath the video lights up with a dull red glow-- an oval space that looks like it's waiting for....

It can't be that easy, right?

Glancing back at him, she shrugs and presses her thumb to the glass. After a moment, there's an unmistakable click.