Mayerling glances over at Sharon. He wonders, once again, what people in Trench are used to and familiar with, whether people know that he is a vampire from the color of his eyes, the details of his outfit, and anything else they might know about vampires, whether the concept or reality of vampires bother them, what revelations might turn an erstwhile companion into someone who wishes him dead. Among other similar musings. Well.

"I can see them," he answers while he thinks about a creature that sounds like a particularly vindictive clotheshorse of a vampire (so, most any of them) made it. There do not seem to be many vampires in Trench fortunately, so likely not.

Mayerling stops beneath a vent and looks carefully around them and their locked empty hospital wing. He sweeps his cloak up, and it slides between the opening to cover the gaps and muffle the noise from the far side. In case none of this has been enough to tip off his companion that he is something other, Mayerling transforms one hand into living metal. As carefully and quietly as he can, he cuts through the connection between the cover and the ceiling like a noisy knife through butter.

When it falls, Mayerling catches it silently. He sets it aside, pulling his cloak back down around him. After a few quiet moments, Mayerling looks back at Sharon and the grate. "Would you like any assistance ascending into the air vent?" Mayerling asks.