The infiltrator can't help it... her jaw drops as the elder god walks into the room. Sure, he's a bit on the roly-poly side... but she'd have to be blind<em>and</em>a fool to not be in awe of the power he so obviously commands. Though acknowledging that power feels like acknowledging her own demise, in a way; after all, there's no way that an elder god finding a mortal in one of the most private rooms of his demesnes is just going to let that slide.<br/><br/>However, she<em>is</em>a professional, and she knows better than to roll her client under the bus with her. Sure, the god's guards will likely find the metal plate while they're prepping her to be drawn and quartered, but at least she can make it seem like she had no clue what she'd picked up. Maybe.<br/><br/>"Umm... To be honest, I'm currently feeling a little bit disappointed that I got caught<em>and</em>I picked the wrong room. I was kind of hoping for the treasury..." She's proud of herself... her voice only shakes a little bit when she answers the god, and she manages to keep from wetting herself at her own show of defiance. Two positives in the situation, for what they're worth.