"What?" she says before stopping to listen--sloppy of her really, in her heyday it'd have been different--but her optics follow Francœur's signals intently and then she hears it too. Voices, one of them familiar? She follows after him, footplates scuffing softly on the floor instead of their usual heavy stomp. She rumbles thoughtfully at the scene. Lots of guards, could be chaos.

Flashpoint's optics flick down to her bug buddy. "Can you do that thing you did before? Distract 'em?" Then she can break the door down. Because, ya know, finesse is totally Francœur's department.