After considering that for a moment - it's hard to miss that reaction when you're as sharply observant as she is, but then it's not subtle how he fixates on it once his attention is caught, either - Benevenuta sits down on one of the lounge's sofas, setting the briefcase in her lap and popping the latch before she turns it, neatly, opened toward him.

A remote control and a syringe full of nanomites.

“What do you think?”

And now she'd really like to know.