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[bodymyblood]

The last time McKinley came through these doors, he was being hustled along by unpleasant burly types. He glances to Les, a little apprehensive.

"You're sure this is all right?"

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[lesper]

"Of course," says Les, who plainly has no idea why it might not be all right. "Come on in."

And he holds the door open for McKinley.

[undermyheel]

Claire has her heels up on a table in what used to be an art gallery, but now has couches. She's pretty sure that she's the only one that understands that the art on the walls has more purpose than pretty finger painting.

[bodymyblood]

Meanwhile, in the lobby, McKinley's lips quirk wryly at Les' apparent lack of concern ... but then, he supposes there's no reason for anybody to be concerned, so long as no one's getting kidnapped.

He glances around, and can't help but be a little impressed. It's chilly here, but noticeably warmer than it was outside, and in the absence of cheery exhibit signs he notes that the place seems a good deal more ... palatial.

"Well."

[lesper]

"It's, ummm, nice, isn't it?"

Les ducks in and lets the door close behind him.