There's a split second where Charlie throws her a proper grin and then the moment's over and he moves forward, all shoulders, toward the gates of the warehouse. He pauses just under the camera, glancing in through heavy chain link gate and giving what he can see of the lot inside a thorough once over. The loss of the camera doesn't seem to have drawn anyone out, which seems to suggest a short handed staff (or a lazy one), which is good enough news for him to skirt along the length of the gate to the corner of the lot and around. Charlie keeps an eye out for cameras as he goes, but thirty paces along the side of the perimeter and he doesn't see anything like a second camera.

Which means here's a good a place as any to go over; if there is any staff on the ground, they'll hopefully be keeping an eye on the front now that the camera's out. Taking a step back, Charlie surveys the high paneled fence. He throws Tempest a sidelong glance.

"Don't suppose flying's in your roster, is it?"