Chariot had busied herself with testing her limbs, flexing and relaxing rhythmically. Her gloves still felt tight around her hands and fingers, and the synthetic material still creaked when tightened. She lifted a hand over and behind, touching at the shortsword that was sheathed at her back, and the other hand reached around her body to her left hip. A larger longsword nestled in its carrier. All her belongings were there, though the feeling couldn't quite be shaken that she might not be dealing with perfect replicas.

"With so little to go off of..." she began, pressing her knuckles into her sides, "We don't even know what kind of force its simulating. Police? Military? An insurgency?" she hummed. The red-haired Kuranta tilted her head, and pinched her chin between fingers in thought. "At the very least, it does sound like there's only [i]one[/i] force, which should mean its the dominant force in this make-believe city. I suppose we should assume it's already been well-established. The city center should be avoided, I agree. Diver said we started on the other side of the city, so at the very least our initial movements shouldn't be met with too many."

Chariot's eyes wandered up the building beside them, and she spoke sharply.

"This one is... ten stories I'd say. Why not give an initial look from the top, or a higher window? We might be able to see some possible routes, or signs of larger numbers. Strix?" Chariot turned to the sniper, "What say you? You might want to take at least one with you. We don't know if there's already targets inside this building. Dragoon?" she suggested.

"After we look, I'd say following Vlad's line of thinking is best."