"You know what, I kind of hope we win this thing," Danny muses, smug, as he carefully steps over a rather obvious floor trigger. "Winning something's even better when you're not even going to the event it's for." Another uneven tile he skirts around. "We could have JD or Jonah go up and accept our heist crowns in absentia."

He pauses just before a statue of Ms. Vector and turns to prop a hand against one of the walls, leaning on it, thinking now's a good a time as any to flirt. His hand sinks in - farther than it should - and there's a loud click.

"Shit."