"Yea. I think I've got a fair amount on my plate too." The infiltrator gives her hostess a weary smile and scoots on back from the desk. She's not sure about the "looking as normal as any person," all wrapped up in the brothel's serving-dress, but she does get the woman's point. And to be honest, the infiltrator has never wanted anything so much as she wants to lay in her bed at this moment. "Thank you again for your assistance."<br/><br/>Once she's out the door, it's back to the routine. Head down, voice muted... every bit the serving girl role, trying to blend in and be forgotten. Though she does keep her eyes up this particular trip, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her "admirer" before leaving the brothel behind and making her way back through the streets to her apartment...