The Johnson consults her system for a long moment, idly flicking through data until she turns her attention back to the table and confirms "I can find you twenty zipcuffs and enough lighsticks to divvy them up among your group at three per person," she confirms, "and I have three portable noisemakers on the way. Those are getting hard to find recently, at least at a reasonable price."<br/><br/>"Regarding planning," she continues, "I believe your demolitions specialists has the blueprints-I suggest you get them from her, or if you must from me."<br/><br/><br/>Over in the nearby booth the joygirl is obviously enjoying embarrassing their detective far too much. She intercepts the girl's hand on her way to her pocket and matter-of-factly snatches the expensive undergarment, pointedly lowering it into her own purse. "You don't get those back until you've convinced me," she smirks, "I like you better when you're vulnerable." Gazing at the elf's face to gauge her reaction the woman brazenly pushes her hand under the girl's skirt to feel her intimately, probing her in a clinical, almost cursory manner before she gives a satisfied smile and affirms "Yes, I want this to be accessible at all times-I have a feeling you'll be very cute when someone gets a finger up inside of you."<br/><br/>She perks the elf girl's chin up as if readying her for a kiss and lowers her head toward the inevitable meeting of lips, only to stop tantalizing inches from the plush surface. "I think that mouth of yours has a better use," she smirks, holding the girl's attention even as she shifts around on the seat, settling her hips in a more comfortable position and opening her knees. "Be a good bitch and get it down there."