Alias2001

Arvin Sloane:
We have no Intel on that woman. You'll be going in blind Sydney.

Sydney Bristow:
We know enough. She has gossip rags all over the room, which means she's fine making a mess, so we know she's not a one-night stand. Her shoes cost more than most people's monthly salary, so she either has money of her own or access to Tambor's. [Vaughn stares at Sydney, then looks up at Weiss bewildered] Either way, empty champagne bottles, her side of the bed. This girl likes to party. But her boyfriend would rather stay in and watch TV their last night in Monaco than hang out with her, so she's bored. Most likely pissed off.

Jack Bristow:
How do you propose to find her?

Sydney Bristow:
Well, she let her handbag. She didn't go far. In fact, I'm guessing she's hitting the hotel bar right now. [Vaughn grins at Sydney] All Nadia and I need to do is get to her and get her to take us to the room. Why are you smiling?

Michael Vaughn:
I don't know.