Catching Anwei's eye is easy; both of hers are darting in every direction, trying to see what trap she had put her head into. Soft, soft, she was screaming to herself; how could she have ever fooled herself that anything here could be safe? That Stacy had any interest in keeping her safe?

Here and now, she has to think of a way to get all of them (and the Orb) out of here. The time was getting near when they would have to leave - or else.

She considered all the factors, probabilities rolling through her mind in spiky waves of mathematics, and decided that they had to get the Orb first. If they could get that, and then distract the guards and escape, they would just steal a vehicle and head for the shuttle, and hope the Countess would not have time to call the local security.

Anwei stretched luxuriously in her seat, letting the deep neckline of her dress ride open a bit more than was seemly to distract the attendants.

"Howard," she yawned, "I was just thinking of the extra storage container of our delicacy in the shuttle - you know, the one for personal use? Go and place a wager with the Countess, that Zouichi will put on a performance the likes of which has not been seen here in years. That the entire crowd will scream for him. I had been intending to keep that container for myself, but, well, under the circumstances I think we should go to Plan B. Yes?"