Rita is suddenly very glad she didn't stash the badge somewhere; she's listening to what the guards seem to think is clever banter with half a mind, the rest on the mission plan. Despite not having worked with these 'computers' before, she'd been instructed that everything was pretty idiot-proof to operate, and a quick bit of research suggested that a computer was not unlike a very large, nonmagical blastia.

Of course, if everything went to plan, she wouldn't need to actually use the computers. For the moment, she was counting on Gordon to get her through. Diplomacy was not one of her strong suits, unless it was the kind that involved not actually caring if your target was still unharmed when you were done.