Lindianne's scrounged up yet another puffy winter coat from somewhere. She's stashed them all over the post office to keep them safe. She's even pulled on a pair of gloves to keep her hands warm. Her smartwatch glows comfortingly on her wrist; she hasn't taken the thing off since their last op. Faye's had to make adjustments to it while it's still on Lindianne's arm.

(They might not be able to block every outside signal. But they can make hacking it that much trickier.)

Cole gets to see a very shark-like smile creep onto Lindianne's face. "Him," she drawls, jerking her thumb in the direction of Keller's racket. She's still more than a little pissed at him for the WarrenGate plant. And honestly? It'll be worth it to see the look on his face when she walks in.

"He's giving me a headache." A big one. "Besides, when a guy keeps snarling like that, he's covering for something. He'll crack easy."

Or he will when confronted by Voodoo and her.