Look, if I get a song stuck in my head, I can't control that, it just happens when I'm on the job, she warned the voice in her head. And made a mental note to just think about the job. Finding a blind spot, she hoisted over the fence and ran for the edge, finding a basement window to work with. Decent tech on it, but easy to slit and neutrealize. She cringed at the name of the owner she was stealing from. Like fava beans and Chianti, Hannibal? You better warp me out of here before the cutlery comes out. A blue stone, huh? Small too. Well that'd be a library or vault and not out in the garage kind of place.