At first, she thought it could be interesting to get the dwarf caught by surveillance...until she realized that if they triggered an alarm, she'd more than likely get shot. She started moving as ordered but murmured. "You know. The dress code here is corporate suits, not birthday-suits. You don't think you'd encounter problems when cams spot you with your gun to the back of a naked security guard? I hope you're a decker and you've fed them a false footage loop, because I'd hate to die -or- get fired over this. Both together would just be rubbing salt in the wound."<br/><br/>"Ugh, cold! Fuck!" She hissed as she got farther away from the warmth of the showers and the chill of the floor and air got to her. Part of her wanted to mumble about how a -real- infiltrator wouldn't need help getting through the lower floors of corporate. What could the jerk want down here, anyway? She didn't have any particularly grand access to anything. And after this mess, she likely never would.<br/><br/>While part of her entertained the idea of distracting the dwarf with her assets to gain some kind of opening for a spell or beatdown, the cold, slippery floor under her wet feet made it challenging enough to walk while tucked without slipping and falling on her face. And what the hell was John doing?