She smiled, but it was a dead smile. "I'll need to know what they're looking for. I'm assuming you already know their general 'nap spots. Is there anything else that I need to do?" She was brisk, almost business like as they headed downstairs. His office in the night club was at least cleaner than the facade up here. Sam knew she wouldn't feel like sneezing her head off every ten seconds. Beyond finding out the intel, there wasn't much to do. If she waited too long, she'd get nervous. This was a completely new thing for her. She wasn't the bait, she was normally the Calvary.<br/><br/>"Let's just do it and get it over with." Rayner would probably tie to a bed and not let her up for a month if he knew what she was doing.<i>Rayner...</i>, she sighed. No use thinking about it. She still wasn't sure what the whole fuss was about, but she was still pissed at both of them.