"Not quite. My room is literally next door to his---I'd be an amateur if I gave up this easily, with a set-up like that. Give me a while to work on him."

Admitting defeat doesn't come easily; this whole thing has certainly put a dent in Allison's pride, but she's reminded herself that here on the Barge, the rules are different. Everything is different. In the real world, locks can be picked or shot through or torn apart, men are notoriously playable, and surveillance is always an option.

She holds Tess's gaze in the mirror.

"So... did I flunk out? Or does my resumé qualify me for another shot?"