Telrim understands that feeling, to a degree - the Yeerk sense of boundaries is very questionable, but physical contact is rarely gentle, even when well-meant. She's momentarily surprised by the heat of Annah's touch, but there's no time to dwell on it.

The sky they arrive beneath is tinted orange with reflected light, no stars to be made out. Perhaps that's a comfort to anyone outside at this hour. Telrim doesn't know.

"That's it," she agrees, gaze flicking around to check for humans. Above their current position is a set of tall windows; she points further down to where the alley widens out, and there's a set of bigger doors into their building. "That's where they take most of their deliveries. We can get in there and find the circuit breakers to shut down the rest of their security, unless you have another idea."