Only one who can use Space can understand how precise it makes things. A person may know where their house is or where they're going that evening, but with Space they know, to the highest possible level, where exactly something is. That's how Avis was at this moment. Her directions are better than any GPS or map could ever be, because to her she can see through the illusion that is 'reality' and cut through the distractions the world would throw in the team's way. When they arrive at the warehouse there's no question in her mind that this is the right place. Sandberg is here. Were one of them to ask it would be as if they asked Avis if she had three head. Obvious and insane to ask.
The exterior looked as unassuming as one would imagine when it came to a warehouse, and yet one entrance in particular seemed a little busy for a warehouse at night. Men in suits were carrying things out into a van before the van itself drove away and another took its place, only to be filled by more large boxes and containers. Clearly, they were going out of business (or at least moving locations) and everything must go.