Chin Ho Kelly gets a pass. Call it faith, or familiarity. Ghosts on old graves. The return of that smile from this morning, that makes him look nothing like the man who snapping, made of rattler strikes and broken glass barely hanging on in one piece through super glue. It makes him look more real, too. More things Steve doesn't hate entirely.

Especially when it comes with him saying he has a name. Air and water vy for what is filling Steve head and lungs.

"We got a place," he nods, headed toward a trashcan to drop the untouched ices he's still holding.

Talking over his shoulder as he does it. Because he knows he hasn't even told Danny this much, because he wasn't sure he's need it even when Jameson and Fryer both mentioned it before he absconded with Danny. The details of the walls hadn't mattered to him, then. Just finding Danny, following up on Doran, which got them here in a twist of events.

"Second floor of The Palace, "All clacking like dominoes when he says it. " It's only a few hours old, but I can call and make-sure someone has a system up for us by the time we get there."

Even if the way he phrases it is nothing like it's going to be a request to whoever the poor person on the other end of the line ends up being. It won't be. Not if they have a name, and a name means they're going to need an intro, and Steve is not in the mood to slow down. Especially not for anyone handing out a line about IT builds.

If he has to, he'll find a way to requisition a different part of the building for it. He'll make it work.