No. 3 was on edge for the entire trek through the tower. She felt like this whole thing was some kind of trap or setup. Her eyes kept darting to dark corners that she would hide behind if she were to ambush someone. Yet, each time there was nothing. Why would the Varden abandon a tower like this? Surely there was at least some kind of skeleton crew, or security staff keeping things operational. They approached the roof and she gripped her knives with white knuckles, ready to bombard the ambush party that was inevitably waiting for them. 

However, there were no threats. No. 3 wished she could say that calmed her down, but that just made her more anxious. As No. 1 untangled the little robot, she decided to take a peak at the city. Some might call the sight beautiful. Perhaps once No. 3 would have thought the same. But now, her mind was frantic. She wanted to analyze and remember all the major roads and where they were in relation to each other. Where were the largest buildings and what were the quickest paths to get there? She noted the spire and all the different paths that led to it. She watched the ships flying below her, making not of their patterns. She furrowed her brow in concentration until her head hurt. But eventually, she couldn't take any more in, and stepped away from the edge, making her way back to No. 1 who was at work untangling the robot.

"It looks deactivated," she said. "Does it seem like it's damaged to you?" She walked over and cut some of the wires away.