( truthfully, it's a relief to get back to something she knows. infiltration. recon. information gathering in a context where she won't immediately be noticed. sneaking into the syndicate isn't going to be easy by any stretch, but it's hardly the worst place she's had to infiltrate. it's easy enough to steal servant's clothing off a washing line behind a brothel, stashing her clothes in the top of a barrel for later. glancing over at her partner (not her choice, but not not her choice), she gives them a onceover. )

You sure you want to wear that?

( no judgment! well. a little judgment, but hey. it's their funeral, or not. )