[When Atsushi looks up, so does Sagi. It looks much like the other buildings in this city: a block of steel and brick and glass and concrete, oddly lacking in gold. He isn't totally sure what they're looking for, anyway.]

I was picturing some kind of central pipe. An antenna... Hmm. [A mechanical antenna is not a wholly alien idea, but his mental image right now is probably a lot more insectoid than what Atsushi meant. Sometimes people put them on hats for fashion.] You think it might be up top?

[He takes a couple steps back and cranes his neck to try and size up the building better. He thinks he can pick out a few footholds. A beam here, an inlaid window there... That's not going to cut it for someone who can't fly - a shame, because Atsushi sounds more familiar with this kind of tower than Sagi is - but if there is a stronger form of this essence up there, he can climb up and down as many times as they need.

(Trespassing laws don't get many opportunities to develop in societies where nearly everyone can fly.)]

It looks dangerous to climb without wings, but if it means we don't have to try and break in... [Out come his own wings, shimmering into solidity.] Do you mind waiting down here? I can go take a look.