"Why aintcha just going in?" Nyles asked from where he was lounging against a Craft-powered streetlamp. "You're Blood. You got Craft. Hell's fire, I could open that door and I only got my Birthright. Why not grab the girl and go?"

...Karla didn't want to admit how much sense that made. Glancing at Warren, she murmured, "The kid has a point."