The hitman's ticket appeared from his jacket pocket into his hand after she mentioned showing the tickets to the stiles. He frowned thoughtfully at it for a moment. Then it disappeared back into his pocket.

He turned to gaze at the stiles themselves next. So they were programmed to let certain people in and out. There had to be a way to access that. Or hack it.

He wouldn't bother to try what she admitted to already trying, not now, not without a plan to make it work first. But it was interesting information that was safely tucked away into a corner of his mind.

"Is that so?" he replied idly. In the same manner as someone responding to a phone conversation they were only half listening to.