She snuck a glance at the two men again, observing that Di Mo had his back to her, and decided to tiptoe her way towards the couch. While doing so, she stared daggers at Daniel Craig and Yellow Falcon, daring them to speak up.
She crawled into the couch, curling up stealthily, and prepared to take a nap. The middle-aged man was the only person who had entered the building with them and she wasn't in his line of sight; it was the perfect opportunity.
She had just shut her eyes when a faint buzzing sound emerged from her earrings. The vibrating jolted her awake and her eyes flew open. She raised her right hand to her earlobe and fumbled with one of the earrings. They were custom-made by her — capable of letting her stay in communication when required, and they were able to discover any nearby frequencies. She fingered the device, slowly clicking through the channels, yet found no interception.
