David finds it both annoying and amusing that the Kindred around him, with a collective age totaling in the centuries, are stumped by the modern technology of the night. Intense and dull, brown eyes move to Sergei taking the moment to allow the Nosferatu time as he seems to know what he might be doing.
I only have a solid working knowledge of the art of entering places uninvited. What I do know however, isn't specialized in security systems. Addressing the Nosferatu more squarely, It seems you might know?
A brief wish lances through his thoughts for another, faith that Aοleen would have been able to breach the security without issue.
Towards Hildegarde David only says We have very little time. I don't think we'll find another usable entry. We either do this now or ... The Shadow lets the implication linger.