Raine was still just silently watching them do their own thing as she was still void incarnate and unable to interact with existent beings. One of the many perks of having her own particular skill set was that it allowed her to enter places and not have to worry about getting caught trespassing. It's allowed her to go to places her clients want her to go and investigate for certain reasons. She's worked as a private investigator before via online forums and other discrete forms of business transaction. Sufficed to say she did her job well. The only reason she did such things were to test out how well she could put her abilities to use. Her ancestry, despite the many malefic deeds and tragedies it had done the past century, was a rather giving one. Riches from plundering treasures from pirates, converting materials into other substances and reselling them with higher prices, scams, robbery, and other debauchery performed by the Thornes have been the very reason the family had lived for so long. The monetary value of any artefacts they held was unimaginable. And the power of each artefact at the hands of this family was a weapon or tool capable of destroying anything that was unfortunate enough to be within it's vicinity. Anyhow that's all the history that Raine remembered up till now just to explain to anyone who asks her why she's so damned rich.<br/><br/>At the moment she's only been partially paying attention to the others as she was busy taking pictures of the inside of the building. Her ability to temporarily cease existence also extended to whatever she had on her person at the moment. One item in particular was a phone that she stole from some arrogant douche who bragged it to her back at her old school for wizards and witches. The day he woke up with his phone replaced with a slab of fresh meat was the day he last bothered her.<em>'ah nostalgic, the days of a past preferably left behind'</em>. She'd just finished taking pictures of everything in her area. Speaking of everything she thinks that maybe she could also find a similar set of sleeping apparel to the one the captain is currently wearing. Specifically in black, grey, white, and purple. Taking the time to search her offline wiki for any portraits resembling the one dude she ran through and landed on one<em>"Iceman"</em>. "Yea so that's where you were. Whole damn town in a ruckus suddenly going quiet... that was one weird trip." Continuing her observation it seems that they would take a bit longer than the duration of her spell would last. She could just cast it again since she has three more uses out of it, probably, but it'd make her a slower target to hit if she gets spotted.<br/><br/>"Well you guys continue your thing I'll just be downstair- oh wait you can't hear me I forgot. Oh well see ya later, hopefully not." Phasing through the floor she gives them a small wave before completely passing through the floor.<em>"Now where's that techno treasure trove of yours mister stark? I hope I don't have to look for it all day. I don't exactly think I can be nonexistent for that long."</em>And so she began her covert exploration of the stark tower that day. First floor below leads to a hall with a couple of doors. Taking a single glance at each one while picking where she'll enter, to think of the possible dangers ahead, or why even bother. After all,<br/>It's not like there's even anything that can really hold her back while she doesn't exist now is there?<br/><br/>Door number one, looks like a cool room for somebody equally cool. Well since it doesn't seem like there's anyone here she guesses that it's probably uninhabited at the moment. Besides she can always just book it if there's actually anything that can touch her. At least, she doesn't think there is.