"What." There's something typical about how quick she is to dismiss his warning, shrugging it off as if she'd hardly heard him at all. Her shoulders shrug; she looks entirely uninterested in discussing it.

"You want me to tell you I'll be careful or something? Vato, no me hagas reír." Nothing in this world or any other is going to keep her from getting her way. Certainly not fear. "He's fine. I triple locked the doors and he can't reach the panel to unlock them from the ground floor."

Piece of cake. Vegan space cake.

"Once we're done here? We'll send somebody else back to pick him up. Es fácil."