Loki let himself be led through the town on the hope that Melinoe had some idea of where they were going. It had seemed to go well, until she chose her refuge. He looked dubiously at the small area, behind what looked like a heavy but ultimately movable object and in the middle of a dead end, and shook his head.
"Are you mad?" he asked, vaulting up the stairs to the door. "Putting the rest of it aside, they can climb on walls. If they look down from above, we're doomed." He ran a hand across the door, found its lock, and pushed. The handle twisted with a hard clank and somewhere inside a siren began to wail. "In here," he said, offering her a hand up onto the stairs. "It's smaller. They might not fit."