"I'm in," Britta says, shrugging. She's done more than wear something low-cut to get what she wants before, and if it lands them the necessary instrument, then she doesn't see any reason not to. "We'll just have to track him down. And, I mean, I don't even know who it is, so they clearly aren't using them much, right? You'll totally use them." It really felt like they were getting somewhere. Strange and new as that was, Britta relished the idea.