Her brow quirked as the list of places he'd broken into grew, until finally a mischievous smirk curled her lips. Eaten by a tiger indeed. "Get a lion and a bear and you've got a full theme. Oh my." That was certainly an unconventional way to see a job done. It might even have her bested for most unconventional solution. Certainly for assassinations, but maybe not for spy work. But that dark humor was a horrible necessity to the line of work they'd both been in. If you couldn't laugh about it, there weren't many other tolerable responses.

"Well, we might not even have to sneak. I've got a few favors left I haven't called in. I'm sure one of them is with someone that could land us on a private beach somewhere. Maybe even a private island." Which would be ideal. She could do with a little peace and quiet. So much of her life had been spent looking over her shoulder, and the last few months hadn't exactly been a break from that. It would be nice to plant herself in the sand for a while.

If she ever got there.

Her head leaned on her hand as she nodded over toward the kitchen. "What kind of soup did they leave this time? The last time I had to use a safe house it was all clam chowder." The sentence was punctuated with a nose scrunch to illustrate exactly what she thought of that dietary option. It was a ridiculously light hearted topic, given everything they'd face the following day, but it served the same purpose as that dark humor. They'd have plenty of time to dig into planning. This might be the last chance they had to catch their breath for a few days.