Elise spent the train ride trying to have as little to do with the others as possible. The captors were pretty low on her list of people she'd enjoy interacting with, and the others coerced into this grand farce were unlikely to have any helpful information on the situation.

The cellist felt her pulse spike with anxiety when she heard about the plan. She had known that whatever these people wanted from her wasn't going to be strictly legal, but hearing them talk about the theft still made her hands clammy. She was a musician, for Christ's sake, not some cat burglar. For a bizarre moment, Elise had a vision of the three employees knocking on the door to her cozy hole and manipulating her into burglarizing Smaug's treasure. Too bad they lacked the brightly colored cloaks, but then it wasn't like she had a large coat rack at hand. 

And there was no telling who the wizard was, to mark her front door with a strange symbol to draw these suave criminals in.

Then, the first one-- Archie-- outlined her part in this scheme and the sleight woman was stunned.

"All you want me to do is play?" 

To be entirely honest, Elise had not expected that her captors would ask her to do the one thing she was made to do. In fact, she was a bit floored. Maybe memorizing top secret info like she'd been trained to memorize concertos, or maybe using her quick thinking and impressive learning abilities in some other way.

But [i]Bach[/i]?

"But I didn't bring my cello," she blurted. "Not to mention, its [i]Bach[/i]. Anyone could do it. Why not just let the poor "suddenly ill" cellist do his job?"

There had to be some catch in her part of the plan, but Elise couldn't see it. Was it really that important to infiltrate the [i]entertainment[/i]?