The guard doesn't seem to notice (spot 9), and Emma inclines her head to him as they walk on by, not pausing for explanation or genuine greeting. It's the dead of night, and most are turning in by now. The longer they take, the less lucky they'll be about who does or doesn't ask questions, so her pace hastens as she trods down the stairs in her bare feet.

"Through here." She pushes open a chamber door and steps inside a dark room, holding it for him.