She was nervous about her plan. It was foolish, but she knew that if she didn't take advantage of the surprising gift of the cloak, she would regret it. There were a number of small moving parts to the plan to get Aberforth released. Any one of them could go wrong. Giving her excuses to Rabastan sometime mid-morning that she was dropping in to another department for a few minutes, she headed for the lifts, the weight of the beaded bag in her pocket noticeable. Her Co-Head didn't care where she went. Just like her husband had been that morning, something had Rabastan's mind occupied as well. She likely could've slipped out of the office without him even being aware.