[Industrial Strength Investigation]

The suggestion doesn't seem to be improving Misty's mood much.

"Yeah, that's another possibility. I guess we'll find out when we get there."

The factory itself isn't terribly far from the warehouse's offices, though Misty remains quiet through most of the trip to it. The scene is cordoned off once again by tape, though the officers by now know to let them through. One of the other techs finds them just inside the door, and starts leading them towards the security offices. The factory floor itself is completely barren; lighter areas of the floor show where machines stood just hours before. If Michalson has any sort of magical senses, he might be able to sense something, though even if not, there's a sense of something great and terrible having been here recently.

[The Docks - Ruined Tavern]

Quin watches as Calm pulls one of the service grates off, the expression his eyes giving one of an inquisitive raised eyebrow, which is kind of impressive, given how limited his facial expression range is.

"I will need to find a different ingress if I am to follow you. I don't think an access cover like that is meant for someone of my....bulk."