Paul sets a couple of the chairs back upright on the way to the door that Daryl is making a beeline for. Even as he's walking it seems like he has the same idea because he has a knife in hand before he even reaches the door. He nods, glancing to Daryl once and licking his lips - he passes Daryl his other knife before heading inside as soon as the opening's large enough to pass through, using the dim light to his advantage to keep quiet and move fast.

He trails down two floors quick before trilling a sharp bird call up toward Daryl again to indicate the all-clear. It's messier in here with scattered rubbish and graffiti and Paul rolls his eyes slightly. It's not bad, though. Some signs of the dead but they're all old, indications of an eradication rather than infestation. He's heading back up the stairs to meet Daryl partway, movement easy and a little more calm now that it's clear there are no walkers in their direct vicinity.

He leans on the railing, looking over the edge of it to gauge how far the drop is. "We should rig something up here too for emergencies. At least have an option for the people that can't get to the escapes."

Even with the reassurance of no dead around, he still has his knife out.