Issan had hoped the woman would reply in the affirmative, but Gem's denial of understanding the technology here enough to do anything purposeful made her heart sink. And then the woman surprised her yet again -- certain that the woman's manipulation of her body wasn't an illusion, Issan watched with wide eyes as Gem, for all intents and purposes, stretched herself into the next room. She had to fight to keep her jaw from falling to the floor, and was successful in that at least.
With brows raised, she nodded, following Gem's instructions. She wondered if Glasya knew about that specific little talent, and filed it away for later discussion. This contact was proving to be more and more useful, and Issan's mind spun at the ideas of how she might put her to use. But there was a mission at hand to focus on first.
"Very well," she replied, waiting until the woman was finished literally pulling herself back together before beginning to move down the hall. She took the first left, then stopped just before the second right to peer around the corner. Reaching out with her mind, she built up an illusion around the man not unlike looping security footage to remove any trace of a presence; then she walked out into the hall as plain as day, walking right by the security guard. The cell was a simple one, bars and all, the door locked tight. Issan knew the key was likely on the guard's belt, but getting it would prove difficult.
The man they sought was inside the cell, sitting on a metal cot in the far corner. He had little in the way of amenities; a toilet/sink combination, and a ratty looking blanket to either sleep on or over. Issan didn't believe the Resistance was so much cruel as they were understocked, but that was beside the point at the moment. She turned to look at Gem.
"We're illusioned, but I can remove it for the prisoner's eyes only. I'd prefer to get rid of the guard, to keep things simple. Can you handle that without killing him?"