In a pediatrician's office overlooking sunny autumn San Diego, there's a portal.
The DRT agents securing the portal are slightly sweaty and kind of pissed, as they had to walk up three sets of god-damn stairs in battle rattle while also carrying up the standard equipment. One of them is opining that they ought to have a generator they could use to run the elevator while power's out.
They wind up staging most of their equipment in the hallway outside of the pediatrician's office. But hey, waste not, want not: instead of a shitty DRT-standard curtain-and-cot setup guiding tent, Overcoat and her local guide get an entire exam room to themselves! There's still a DRT-standard cot, though. Some things never change.