Fuck, she misses armour and helmet radios. Sure, North would natter in her ear like a nagging grandma half the time, but at least it let you maintain a line of communication without you just speaking into the open air. Helmet output could be muted, the ear pieces don't have that luxury.

She keeps the same steady pace as she moves across the room, hoping Remy's keeping it with her, and stays focused on making it across to that enclosed office at the back without drawing attention. Hopefully the damn dogs either don't catch her scent or just don't fucking care.