Silk listens for a moment, then checks under her wristband.  She could request any of the keys from the innkeeper, one of the benefit of working in home turf, but better that the individuals find hints of a break in.  Perhaps the scratches of a lockpick would be sufficient.  Still, she peeks through the keyhole, just enough visible to confirm the antics of those within, and she straightens with a wry shake of her head.  Judging by the sound alone, the pair would tire themselves out to a point that their guard would drop.  She could leave a message for the bold mercenaries then, when they least expected it.  Or avoid.  Regardless, she knew where to find the three COI.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>