Through the entrance hall, into the East wing. Bruce is trying not to laugh out loud, though there is a grin painted on his face. He hasn't done anything like this for years. If ever.

Not for fun, anyway.

'No blind spots. He's too good and I told him to make sure there weren't any. A lot of people would love to rob this place.'

He wonders how she's doing this.

'Can you...hear him?'