Ophelie glanced idly over her shoulder as the door slid open. She started to turn back before the threatening wave of the pistol caught her eye as the man almost clocked her in the head when they stormed towards Vostock. The men had the jump and their weapons drawn; she knew her best option at the moment was to go along with their demands and figure out what they were talking about later. The woman raised both hands into the air and tried not to look at Vostock. With her luck, the thugs would probably figure she actually knew what they were talking about if she did that.