[Her eyes scan over the document as he speaks, noting points of entry and potential weak points. No particular mention of any sort of guard but they'll figure that out soon enough anyway.]

The back door seems the straightest shot then.

[One finger reaches out, tracing a path from door up the scribbled in stairs to the room designated as his office, marking out the path in the dim light.]

It'll mean more traffic most likely but I don't expect a few people to present much of a problem for you. Unless— [and here she bares the faintest smile, voice turning a touch sly] —you're feeling your age tonight.

[He's only 27, that's not even old at all.]