"Let's see...kitchens, larder, servant's quarters, storage, guard barracks..." Liv listed as she looked into rooms as she passed by, trying her best to make it look like she was just a lost visitor as she wandered. "Now where would I keep the key to a massive cache of riches if I were royalty?" she thought to herself. When she saw guards patrolling some of the halls she would stick to an obscured corner and pass at the first opportunity, when she found herself near a room where she heard polite...if strained conversations. 

"Shit, gotta hide." she said to herself, scrambling as she darted into a nearby broom closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could in her alarmed state. She took afew moments to correct herself before holding the door knob to keep the door from opening. In her other hand she took out that small silver triangle and winced as it unfolded into a fractal pattern wrapped around her fist, coating her entire right hand in the metal. It wouldn't kill anyone, hell it didn't even enhance any physical attributes, it was just programmable matter that she stole and turned into a multitool of sorts, but it would still hurt...alot.