Get That Out Of Your Mouth (You don't know where it's been!)

Sky High (The Bald Man's Box of Confetti)

Ding

The elevator door opens, and they're met with an identical view of  what they had of the floor they came in on, not that Danny was really  paying attention to that as he tries to see if his own eyes are glowing,  a feat rather difficult when you can't really look at them yourself,  but one he's had to detect in the past.

Holding up a hand to his face shows a reflection of green back at him.

Taking a couple of deep breaths and squeezing his eyes closed tight and opening them again makes it disappear.

Ok. Weird. Weird but manageable.

"This the right floor?" Jon's looking at a building map on the  wall, it's pretty worn but Danny can make out a little off-color dot  marking their location at the service elevator.

"Yeah, no. The rich people floors get their own elevator with  higher access, and a different service elevator too. We'll need to get  through this whole floor to get over here-" Jon traces a path through  the map to a dark area on the other side of the building.

Faintly, an outline of another room, similar to the one they were in now, sits next to a label for  executive elevator.

"We'll be going through a few of the big offices on this floor, it  shouldn't be too crowded to be honest, most of the upper floors clear  out most of the way during spring break for like, family time and  whatever." Jon says with a wave of his hand. 

"I usually avoid family vacations where I can-" Damnit Fenton!  Don't offer up details about yourself, you're supposed to be an alien  from freaking Mars! 

"What, do vacations mean something else for Martians?" Jon asks,  inputting the code again to the door, Danny has very limited idea of  what Martians even do other than the fact that they have a local one  called Martian Manhunt-

Oh!

"Oh uh, yeah my parents would take me and my sister on hunting  trips all the time!" Jon looks back with a little surprise on his face.

"Should I be concerned about what it is you're hunting?"

"Definitely not people if that's what you're worried about!" Nailed it.

"Alright..." Jon says, poking his head out the door and gesturing  for Danny to follow after a moment. Before heading out though, Jon pulls  up his hood on his jacket, it's deep enough to provide some covering  for his face, and Danny takes it as a queue to do so as well, pulling  the flimsy plastic over his hair. They exit out slightly more disguised  for the sake of what Danny assumes is cameras.

Maybe he should tell Jon about the thing with him and videos? Nah.

The two exit out, it's a step up from the lower floors alright.

Danny wonders if maybe rich executives just really have a thing  for glass and mirrors and if that's supposed to be some kind of  metaphor, mostly because as they fast-walk through the office there's a  lot of both.

Most of the floor is pretty open, various meeting rooms are  sprawled around the place, separated by glass walls tinted so they  weren't so see-through.

Still, even with being fairly exposed, Jon's right about the  office being pretty quiet, Danny spots a few people scattered around,  even someone with long red hair covering most of their face can be seen  passed out on their desk.

Both in silent agreement to not talk to each other as to not draw  attention to themselves, Jon and Danny swiftly make their way between  offices and cubicles, Jon finally nudging him to point out where the  elevator for the executive suites are, gold plankared and all labeling  the thing.