She looks down. "Actually, we're already here." She stomps on a patch of grass, and it swings open. "Daisy, we've got visitors!" A muffled voice responds. "Sure, brush your hair. Jeez..." She looks back at Noah. "Just jump down here. I can take your brother if you need. It's not too far down, but it'd probably scare him." The mechanic wings spring to life. "I've got a bad leg, so Daisy designed these to make the fall easier."