She cycles through a few vid feeds before she finds them, all the while strolling around like she belongs and leaving behind little presents as she can. "Got them. Definitely in bound. Looks like one...no, two squads. Long range shows a transport just leaving the garrison a few blocks away."

"Time to switch to the other presents, Specter-4."

By now, she's got a nice perimeter of her own presents for the bucketheads, which she saves for their escape. The alarms of the landing port are finally starting to compete with her explosives and over the comm she can hear Zeb chucking as the concussive rounds start damaging Imperial property.