"I'm not taking that bet," Audrey said, shaking her head. "It's a sure win. Though I'd be interested in stuffing someone tiny in the dumbwaiter to see where it leads." She doubted she was the only one to have considered that as an escape route, should escape be necessary before her route to an actual exit became available. "There've got to be more hidden bits to this house, if they're supplying us with such elaborate meals three times a day and snacks when we ask for them." It was a complicated operation they were running, especially if they were doing it while keeping three floors of other participants in the dark.
"Cushions aren't as satisfying, though," she mused, though she didn't elaborate on what would be more satisfying. "Too soft. Not enough mass to make you feel like you're hitting anything but air." A heavy bag really would be nice. Or going a round or two with a real person. That was really the best. "Five more days, though, isn't it? Four and a half, really. We can manage that." She could be patient when it suited her - she'd had a job or two in the past that had required laying in wait for a day or more, hardly moving, waiting for the perfect shot. Or spending a week seducing her mark so she could slip poison in his drink. Or any number of situations where she'd had to be still and quiet. A week without a gym wasn't the end of the world.
Audrey took a sip of her tea, watching him give her a once-over, and let herself smile a touch. "I suppose I don't," she agreed, amused. "Doesn't mean I don't know a few things, though, does it?"