Maybe Perez could. He sat hunched in his own seat, turning over a wooden mask in both claws. The pattern on it had changed since the last time she’d seen it, but there was nothing fundamentally different there. “You’ve been following this closer than I have,” Olivia said, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the dull thrum of the engines. Not that there was any chance they would be overheard, no matter how loud they spoke. But with the low lights and the dull red glow overhead, it just felt like a place where one ought to be quiet. “We’re going in early. What are our chances?”