[She laughs again just from the mounting excitement, her fingers curled into his sleeve as she leads the way. She still avoids any of the walking dead that roam the streets, but they don't take as much notice of her anymore unless she's too close; the scent of death must be a blessing, or at least grave dirt is. She's not at all up for getting distracted by them, target's too important with those hunger pangs mounting. She licks her lips absently, only looking back to him when they're close enough the building's in sight.]
... I'm going to knock, unless you've got a better plan?