"...and if I leave the building in some foreign official's company, they probably won't be enthusiastic about being searched."

"And then Ruava could just walk away. They can't pin anything serious on you, and if they tried anyway it it would be a PR disaster."

"This is sounding like a better and better plan."

"There's just one problem."

Jinx frowns. "What?"

"It involves you going undercover unsupervised."

"Aw, come on. I can keep out of trouble long enough to clear the area. Right, Ruava?"

"...maybe."

"Oh Mr. Big Official, would you like to hear a secret? I'm actually the bomber the police are hunting. Isn't that neat, doesn't that add spice to our relationship?"

"I would ne- well. Hardly ever. I'm hardly ever that stupid."

"Maybe if I went along...? Or created some sort of distraction. I can be very distracting."

"You going along makes it more likely that you two might be searched, but it also makes Jinx a lot more likely to behave. Plusses and minuses. As for a distraction... The question is whether you could do it in a way that would let you escape afterwards."

"Well, that's why I learn to teleport first."

"A solution to many problems, teleportation."

"Can I help with the teleportation question at all?"

"Good question..."

Jinx looks back and forth between Ruava and Audrey. 

"What are you looking at me for? She's the one who's being suddenly cagey."

"No, this is me genuinely not knowing how my own magic works," she says. "...And a little bit not wanting to immediately spoil the mystery."

"Oh, well that's okay then."

Tabs' tablet makes a little 'plink' sound, and she frowns at it. 

"...okay, that's interesting."

"What's interesting?"

"I just got a message. Anonymous sender, one character of text. Does the letter C mean anything to either of you?"