Allison's face might freeze in the expression she's giving him, ludicrous and withering. When his words are a ludicrously petulant goad of an insult, to try and get her to play along by insulting her skills and her life choices, she can't even take seriously because the proof is so recent and evident it's just

Please. Only one of us here managed to sneak into and out of three different residences owned by Harold Jenkins. Without breaking anything. One while he was in it even. I'll give you a clue. It wasn't you. And your magical unlocked door attack skills.

That's right. She'll just leave that there. Let it sink for a beat, and send next.

If we're even considering this, we're going around to the back. Not announcing it to everyone walking and driving by on the street.