"Do I?" Blaze clearly finds the question funny, for whatever reason. The level of heat she normally vents doesn't stick out much indoors, with so many organic bodies. "Yeah. More than an organic human, on average. They shouldn't have a problem tracking me that way. Unless they're being real picky about their preferred targets, I don't see their logic."

Up they climb, past the coughs and sniffles from the medical ward taking up the second floor. Blaze makes sure to nod to the winged woman running triage on a group of new arrivals. Third floor has the offices, and, in a back room past a watchful scout, an armory. Ghost flits down to undo his tweaks to the lock, and Blaze leads them into a small room currently holding a few locked chests... and two spare sets of the Titan's armor, less fancy-looking than the gear she's wearing but almost as sturdy.

"I brought in some of my own gear when we saw how things were going," she explains to Furiosa, stooping down to key open one of the chests. "Kinda wish we had more now, but mostly anyone who knows how to shoot is already armed. Now. Rifle. Automatic? Burst-fire?"