Yolanda cringed each time the rock struck the glass of the window, the sound too loud. Breathing a sigh of relief as Mason completed his task, she glanced down at his right hand which was decorated with small cuts. She touched his hand briefly.

"You're bleeding," She murmured before turning her attention to the window before her. Stooping and picking up the bags she had dropped moments before, she stepped up and peered inside. It was ridiculously dark and a thick smell of dust and decay attacked her senses. Pushing through the feelings, she threw the bags through the window, hearing them drop heavily. Thankfully, it was only a short drop.

Yolanda glanced at Mason again for a few moments before she pressed her palms against the windowpane, hoisting herself upwards and awkwardly throwing a leg over the barrier. She didn't have much room to work with and, completely lacking in grace, she stumbled inside, tripping and falling into the darkness.

"Fok!" Yolanda exclaimed, slipping into her native tongue. "Dom bloedige venster! Christus!*"

[* "Fuck! Dumb bloody window! Christ!"]