The cat-burglar had decided to use the front door, as Gibson would probably have something to say about using windows when she is expected and the door still works. She smiled to the older man, both sharing a sympathetic 'drugging him would be too complicated to explain' look. Hearing the ruckus upstairs, she headed to the bedroom to check on their invalid.
"Of course it's Felicia, though Im sure there are many parties that would be interested in a text message of 'Victor is tied down to the bed and requests your assistance'." She walked over to the corner over the bed and smirked at him, eyebrows up. "Which, considering Gibson had to type it, is the oddest booty call I have yet received."