"Makes sense." Eliot accepted the radio and slid it into his back pocket. As long as he was with Mirta, he'd leave speaking with the other end to her, as she seemed at least familiar with them. With time as it was, that was enough for him. He fell into step beside her, serious and focused on the job ahead.
"The guard rotation is going to be the same as the day. Night guards will be slightly better trained," he said quietly as they walked. "If we head in through the back, it's closer to where the weapons are kept, less likely to run into patrols."