The office door is already slightly open; it won't be hard to nudge it a bit further and slip in without risking South's stealth field. Gambit follows easily, finding a vent he can drop out of slightly to the left of the desk.

The desktop computer is, sadly, locked and password protected. There's a variety of sticky notes scattered around, reminders and doodles and the like. One of them might have the password. There's also a more conventionally locked file cabinet, and the usual executive decor: floor-to-ceiling bookcase full of leatherbound books the inhabitant has never read or glanced at the titles of; a low leather couch with ottoman; a plastic-and-cloth ficus; and on the desk, a little novelty sippy bird nodding endlessly into a martini glass.