Evidently, Ilde came prepared; she turns, leaning her back against Ivan's chest so he's not in her way as she fishes a card out from where she'd tucked it into one of the straps on her bodice, hidden by glamour until she produces it between two fingers and offers it across to Deacon. It's a CiD number and a name.

"Teamwork," she says, slyly, aware of her audience if not deigning to acknowledge it.