Working on the summer solstice? How predictably sad. 

“Oh, these things are actually pretty good.” Key said after biting into half of a cookie. Honestly she was pretty hungry so the fact that Ayven had made a plate of them had been fortuitous. At that point she had suddenly just seemed to appear, although she'd already been here for a few minutes watching Ayven work and making sure they wouldn't be disturbed. She didn't think he'd go as far as to barricade the door shut, though that was a pretty convenient way to secure it and since she didn't use the door anyways it really didn't bother her. 

Ayven was, presumably, some kind of genius or something that was working on some anti-magic weapon for some government program, not that Key was interested in that sort of thing. In the past she'd worked with (robbed and then blackmailed) him for some medical supplies and access into certain networks. Most of the time -or at least some of the time- it went to good causes like helping get some medicine and medical supplies to her neighborhood slum in sector seven, although more often than not it was just things like refills on good ol' Mary's compliance drug. On the rare occasions when she'd gotten hurt she'd even grace Ayven with a visit and let him patch her up. 

Unwilling or not by this point he was practically an accomplice to some of her crimes, she had far too much evidence of his involvement for him to risk getting caught. Well she liked to think that he'd grown fond of her random visits and that was why he didn't try to turn her in (not that it'd do much good if he did) and while he certainly was convenient to have around she actually kept poking her nose to bother him specifically because despite his rather poor bedside manner she enjoyed talking (messing) with him. 

Taking the plate in hand she started to make her way towards the busy Ayven. “Sooo what'chu working on? That anti-magic thing still?” Seriously how long had he been on that project, she thought he was supposed to be some kind of genius. Weren't they supposed to be able to just make whatever they wanted with no effort and stuff? Well maybe that was just a fantasy, as a non-genius she couldn't really imagine it. “Anyways I need more of that one drug, what's it called? I got a mi-ffiom tonigmh...” 

Key's speech got just a bit harder to understand as she stuffed her mouth with the cookies, helping herself at this point. Being from sector seven meant that food was typically not all that fancy or sweet. Having a nice treat like this before a heist was kind of nice. Swallowing she continued. “Also maybe we should make some medical supplies disappear while I'm here, I've got a couple hours before things begin. Oh, you got any milk?”

He probably wouldn't bother trying by now but any lines of communication with the outside had been disabled, and the room's surveillance had already been set to a loop. All of that was meticulously managed by the capable AI Robin. It wasn't quite perfect, but for the most part this little room was a safe haven for the two of them to commit whatever nefarious deeds and thefts she wanted, made all the more secure by the barricade Avyen had set up. Having made her urgent request for milk known Key popped another of the chocolate chip cookies into her mouth and started chewing.