Miho's voice is a little less cautious. She knows how thick the walls are, how badly sound travels. Silent as the damned grave.

"We don't want to have to fight our way out. I say go through the window. there'll be enough men outside to cut through."

She glances around the room one last time, and heads over to the bureau. The book goes in her back pocket and, after a moments consideration, so do the bottles. Might as well as not.