She beams, a little pleased. "You bathroom, I came in through your bathroom window, most are not slender enough - or have experience scaling building." Or her skill of picking locks. It's giddy though, but keeps it in, she shouldn't be giggling. "But most don't ever think to come in such a way, that usually no one locks them, either. So I would attend to that too."

But she slides open the door, letting in the fresh night air and the sounds of London below. The call of nightlife, the yowl of cats squabbling. Lights that glittered like fine embroidered gold. Weaving and shining. She turns back to him, just the once, as she flicks the button on her helmet, her visor sliding back down over her eyes a nose. Leaving no more than a smiling mouth. "Well met, Admiral Naismith. I look forward to meeting you again in the morning." Looks, briefly, over the edge. "We will arrive through more usual means." Some assurance.

She hops up onto the bar of the balcony railing. Holding her weight in a crouch, body tensed with her inevitable jump to the balcony below.