She lifted her eyebrows, looking at him mildly. "'23' was my designation at the Facility, as much as AK-47 is the name of a rifle," she pointed out and started typing out of the coordinates for the ship to fly. "Flux is a good code name, though. I will miss Corporeal Pretty Boy." The maps for the inside of the compound came up and she worked on minimizing the route to the room they needed, and the back up plans should something go wrong.