Sounds like us. Just...breakin' shit and bustin' in, so just about anybody could get in after...

[Which. Was more or less the part she'd been attempting not to think about, and she picks at the larger blister on her palm, though the metal finger has no nail to properly catch on it. All she can do is press hard against the bubble, and again, as they leave the gatehouse behind.]

...C'mon.

[The courtyard seems the same as the previous few times they've run into them, and she pauses--sets out a different way than last time (she thinks)]