Warren exchanged a look with Karla, and then crouched down a little, so that he could look eye-to-eye with the boy.

"Can you give us directions regardless? A very dear friend of mine is in there by mistake, and I intend on making certain that she's safe and well." A beat. "Unless, of course, you happen to know where the administrators themselves spend their nights. I'd be willing to add a goldmark to your pay for information like that."

Rather than, you know, ripping the hinges from an orphanage door and leaving the landen caretakers to catch Hell for the damages come morning.