"She's got a name, buddy." It's a calm admonishment, York already squinting into the surroundings. It's all...pretty goddamn advanced but mostly? Inorganic. Worst comes to worst he can just start making them doors if they have to give up on stealth entirely. "Send what you can to my eye when you find it, C? Working on this from two ends might be a little faster. Emphasis on little."

Like hell she needs help with this shit but- hey. In the interest of teamwork? he's throwing it out there.