Arget examines the building, considering walking in the front door - nah, not dressed like a homeless / terrorist right out of Counter-Strike, he ain't.<br/><br/>"Check your zone." He keeps his eyes and ears out for combatants, but this sector of the city seems to have died down recently.  That doesn't mean there aren't those who linger, however.  "Back here.  I'm still feeling my juices, so let's try and keep quiet." He stares up the sheer wall, searching for a fire escape - or perhaps a side entrance, weapon in hand.