"Sure." Cam pulls out his computer and fiddles with floor plans. It's really quite unclear by looking how he does any of it; he doesn't seem to have to poke things like Steel has to poke her phone. And then, overlooking the water on the high end of the gently sloped island, is an enormous glassy apartment building with scallopped balconies on every floor, asymmetrical, plants all up and down the sloped side between the columns of windows. "Penthouse is yours. Your phone will open the door, proximity-like."