"And schematics would be fantastic. No way am I doing a sweep without getting a layout of the playing field." Stiles added noting the new voice in the room. He needed to knit pick everything about the building; measurements, rooms, heights,lengths. Everything needs to be over-analysed. Stiles wouldn't loose anyone to stupid mistakes, not again. He looked up again to the vodka perched on the bar. Getting up from his seat he approached the bottle. Stiles held the bottle curiously, looking at the brand name, the coarse texture, the ovular shape, everything is exactly the same as he remembers. He could always remember the hint of cherry and ethanol in Delilah's breath. Stiles shook is head trying to push his sister's image away for a later time.