She shrugged. "I suppose so.  A girl can't be fussy these days." She went back to her duty station, found that her services were not in immediate demand, picked up the pass key.  She was balked but not beaten, as she recalled that suite K-12 had a door joining it to the room beyond it, a room sometimes used as a sitting room when the suite was occupied by a Very Important Person.  The room was not then in use, either as part of the suite or separately.  She let herself into it.  The guards at the door beyond paid no attention, unaware that they had been flanked.