"Wow!" the nerd remarked, totally taking in her heaving breasts in tight synthfiber.  Was he... drooling a little?<br/><br/>"Uuuh," he pulled down the visor on his VR connection and stroked the keys on one of his pieces of tech that just turned out to be a fancy wireless keyboard.  A second of clicking later and they'd reached the bottom floor.  At the same time he remarked "ah-hah!"<br/><br/>"There's a couple passed out on this floor, second right, door's slightly ajar.  They've left the activator token to their rented speedboat there, and they uh... don't need their clothes right now," he said with a blush.  "How the hell are we gonna make it outta here though?  The place is swarming with spies!"<br/><br/>This was true.  It seemed that various people on the scanner from the lobby were now nakedly displaying guns, some pointing them at each other--it seems not all the beautiful people worked for the FRC!  That could be played to Etoile's advantage, after all, they seemed to be aligned with her goals.  If temporarily.<br/><br/>Scanners revealed that the man and woman had shed their swimsuits, her a skimpy bikini and him some trunks, before stumbling into bed.  They both read as sound asleep on the bioscanners, and the RFID signature from the ship's activator token was live in the room.  In a pinch, the hacker could almost certainly get their boat up and running as well, but hotwiring always came with unwanted complications in such a tight stretch.  Plus, the disguises could help them slip out--if she was willing to risk going without the suit...