"Fffuck," Ellie mutters, scrunching her face. Everything insulated and blocked off just festers and rots until it's ready to explode, and it often does.

Of course, she and Abby are precisely the people who tend to stumble upon those places, aren't they?

"Well," she says with a sigh, looking up at the building that looks a little too much like a fucking palace.

"Guess it's time to air the son of a bitch out."