Cid seated himself in short order, eager to fully commit to his work in earnest without untrustworthy eyes around. In one corner of the switchboard, he plugged in one of his earpieces to the furthermost active jack to tap into the radio surveillance device he had surreptitiously planted on Tempest Shadow during her time at the bridge. Said device achieved it’s tiny size through a complex and deeply integrated hybridization of technology and magic, and he had needed to make a custom order for it at the black market, making his supply of said devices very limited indeed.