She raises her brow and smiles, secretively, before she steps back and smooths her hand out over the tie down his chest, enjoying the firmness below her fingertips, as she always does. There's a glimmer of nostalgia, too, imagining doing this for him before when he'd been roughly of a height with her, where she could lean straight forward and kiss him while she worked.

"I suppose then, if we garner enough information tonight, we won't have to spend the evening staking out our targets," she says. "We'll have to be very good at our jobs."