This spy would tend to agree, and her demeanor, therefore, is frosty as a January morning.

It doesn't stop her from casing the room, or sitting with a corner to her back, or making sure she's got her blind spots covered, but it does have the beneficial effect of allowing most curious glances to roll right over her: she's not panicking or kicking up a fuss or demanding information, she's just...

Observing.

Even the guy at the next table over, with the mojito and prohibitively poor taste in clothing.