Sasha runs the orders through her textual analysis program, to see whether they match Quill's style. She makes local copies of the surveillance plans and that backup plan, and cautiously extricates herself from Flute's system. She doesn't attempt to break a mug, or punch a wall, or even shout, though eight spheres of hell, Flute was going to let Sasha send her people into that section. With no preparation and no warning.

Sasha goes to find some tea and a ration bar, because maybe it's better not to take stims on an empty stomach, and it's going to be a long night.