"413?" The woman smiled, playfully adding "Don't tell anyone, but that's my favorite. The sunrise always seems to hit it first!"

She handed Elise a gray, gritty-looking, keycard-shaped peice of metal that someone seemed to have gone through great trouble to provide with a steampunk aesthetic. It even had indents shaped like welds and rivets!... Heaven knows how it would fit into any sort of coventional keycard reader without some adjustments...

"Top floor, up those stairs. It's facing the front, in the eastern corner."