The team of thieves goes into the building first. The distraction team has to wait for their signal. This is unfortunate, because it's clear that nearly no one on said team is good at waiting: Katia is perched on a bench, tearing a sweet bun into progressively smaller pieces, while Georg (a human man in his early twenties) keeps smoothing down his wispy mustache and Cato (an elf with a general air of droopiness) stares at the door they'll be going through shortly.

"You're not going to make it any thicker like that," Katia finally snaps at Georg, after the hundredth time he runs his fingertips over his facial hair. "Honestly, you're probably yanking half of it out."

Then Katia looks to Clarisse with a grimace, apparently of apology. Unclear, though, if she's apologizing for her sharpness or for her companions.