"Yeah, me too," Ronstadt agreed, moving toward the stairs already. "Especially since that's the one I was telling you about on the way here. C'mon, let's find this hotspot of yours before the building goes poof."

Loki's longer legs might allow him to take the stairs two at a time, but Ronstadt hoofed it up at his usual pace, keeping one hand light on the railing. The striped wallpaper was cracked and peeling, covered in crayon scrawls and stains. Overall, the atmosphere of the place was equally split between charming and terrifying.