He had to duck down to make it through the door, but Demona's question was answered once he was inside. The ceiling beyond was tall enough for him stand up, and not just because the roof was gone. The lower levels might be a different story, but here was fine.

Barricade flashed his headlights over the chamber they were standing in. There were thin patches of moonlight where sand had fallen through the roof of the place, but it was otherwise dark and dusty and dirty. Not exactly homey, but it had potential.

"Clinical," he commented, walking deeper into the room. "Where to first?"