"I would imagine a world as relatively young as this, already in a state of being shaped by a race of reality benders, would have some unfinished areas. But ones that we perceive as what look like utility corridors in a mixed-use facility?" The place has started reminding him of disquietingly of some non-public-facing spaces in the bowels of some Umbrella facilities.

Something rumbles behind them. If allowed, he'll reach out and put a protective hand behind her shoulder. "We've got incoming."