Perhaps, somewhere in some Legionnaire's head, this is the sneaking music of choice, but Joey's preoccupied listening to something else right now, the steady step of at least two people who aren't as concerned as normal about being stealthy.

From Joey's position, it's easy to see why. With the help of the flight ring, he's pressed up against the ceiling in that partial blind spot of space just above a door, listening to people in the hallway through that door and trying not to be distracted by the smell of burnt popcorn and coffee that lingers every break room for all eternity.

That's why he knows they don't care about being heard. It's the break room; the only thing to fear is expired food in the snack machine. It's not where Legionnaires have ducked to ambush them, oh no.