[Oh, holy shit, she needs to get away now. She jumps, feigning being startled (despite being worried quite a bit at the moment), and pulls out her item, a teddy bear on a keychain.]

Great, [she mumbles, stuffing it away.] My item just went off, I have to go find my Inmate. Thanks for offering to help, though.

[Claire is already walking away, whipping out her communicator and shooting a fast and private text to Bourne, asking him to cover the gym while she pretends to find Mr. Pink. She calls over her shoulder,] Bye, Richie, see you.