Flash picked a training sim, probably trying to appar more professional, and sank back tino her seat, getting as comfortable as possible with her hands and feet shackled, before the chip shut down her voluntary muscle control. The redhead's simfeed had shown some shame and small amount of pleasure at his praise and touch, but more shame and some desperation. Whoever "Barracuda" had been had probably trained her to some degree.<br/><br/>Emilio nodded very subtly, and picked up the case after Jason had stood up, checking the contents. He jerked a bit when he noticed the bomb, but seemed to recognize that it was disarmed. In exchange Jason got contact numbers for Emilio and O'Hara sent before he reached the car again.<br/><br/>Flash hadn't moved - suprise - since he left, still securely bound and "chipped". Still a few hours left until the evening, and more until Porter would start his run.