The bubble comes down and York can see the woman slumped at her desk -- he watches Shelley lower her to the floor and nods.

"She's lucky, really. I would've gone for the wrench."

Not that he wants to kill anybody, it's just. That was his instinct. He's used to fighting people in armor. In fact, he glances to it now, picking it up off the desk. Just in case.

"Well... we're in."