It's an ordinary early autumn night in New York: chilly; not uncomfortably so, yet, but promising to get colder as the season wears on. A scruffy, long-haired vagabond emerges from the shadows in the alley behind a clothing store, unhesitatingly enters the passcode to disarm its security system, quickly picks the lock, and goes quietly in.
The girl looks out the window. "Defined Tower, yep. This whole place is in the Sideways! It just looks like it isn't."
She bolts for the elevators, hits both the down button and the up one, gets into the one that opens for her. Fifteenth floor c'mon c'mon c'mon...
"I'm almost done mapping here, and there could be entrances to the Sideways..."
(The Picasso reaches the seventh floor.)
(Denice reaches the fifteenth.)
Go go go that guy has weapons but he's not holding them right it's not going to be a disaster if she startles him whoops too late now here's the room and here's the door, she crashes through and bounces off the partition on the other side and gasps for breath...
If she didn't have her power she would've missed it. It takes less than half a second for the guy to be pointing a weapon at her, and the remaining half of that second to position himself between her and the girl he called Penny.
"'casso," she gasps, "stairs, coming." Standing is slightly beyond her at the moment - too disoriented for that kind of coordination - but she tries anyway.
"No buts, you know the drill, we do not stick around to explore when there's a Picasso loose."
She pouts but sighs and nods. "Fffiiiine." She looks at Denice. "Are you alright? How did you escape the Picasso?"
They follow her, but—" This is the Sideways. The elevator could take us to who knows where."