It had been maybe a couple of hours until Markelos woke up but by then she had researched nearly everything she would need to know, "You need to rest. Don't make me shut down the power sources for computers in here." Alyssa merely smirked since she knew he was kidding, at least she hoped he was since her hand held was her life line. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and let out a delicate yawn but not once did she look at him. She had gotten her eye full earlier and taken little peeks here and there while he slept. She did not need any more looks, â€œYou are too tense and too tired. All work and no play make Alyssa a dull girl." She could not help a reply to that, which was with a twitching of her slightly swollen lips, â€œOh? And what makes Alyssa a fun girl?â€ She teased but leaned her head back against the chair and let her eyes shut, "Stop injuring your beautiful lips. They are swelling." She frowned lightly and ran her pink tongue quickly over her bottom lip, and shrugged, â€œSadly Markelos there is nothing you can do about it.â€  She turned her head to look out the window after that, at least until he spoke again, "You are going to need the sleep now. There is no telling when the game is safe enough to rest again. Rest up now." A short laugh escaped her lips and she could not help looking over at him with a smile on her face, â€œFine mother, Iâ€™ll get some sleep. Besides,â€ She said as she stretched out her lethal body to make herself a little more comfortable, â€œI finished everything I was working on.â€<br/><br/>Once again her eyes closed as she tried her best to fall asleep. Her mind was still buzzing with all the information she had learned and she may even have found out where the painting is already. For now though she would wait and see what Markelos found out. A little extra time spent with him on her side could not be too bad. She had unintentionally softened a little more toward him while she had watched him sleeping. When he had truly fallen asleep the trust had touched her heart and the angelic look of him as he slept made her smile. It was so strange that he would be angelic in sleep but pure sin when he was awake; a fallen angel perhaps. She mused as she pursued her lips without realizing it. At the sound of typing she did nothing more than listen, which paid off as she listened to his conversation. Too bad it was cryptic as all hell but the part when Key spoke to him had her intrigued. She understood a little bit of Latin but a lot of what Key said sounded a little off which meant it was a lot older then the version that she knew. After his conversation with someone she spoke up, â€œSo what was Key saying? Oh and at some point I am going to need new clothes and shoes, â€œA dress is not all that great for my line of work. The heels are fine though.â€ She smiled a knowing smile since he did not know that there was a gun, knife, and a lock pick in the heel. All were made out of a special glass that was sharper than most metals and kept them from being sensed or seen in an airport x-ray machine.