Cassian had finished the lights, outlets, ceiling and walls. Likelihood of surveillance from something they'd brought into the apartment themselves decreased, but still not to be taken on faith.

At her veiled suggestion, Cassian nodded; but rather than try to fit himself under the bed, he grabbed the frame to shift it all aside. (Slight as he was, he was clearly stronger than he looked.) He joined her in scouring the wall, the floor, then returning to lift up the mattress so they could check its underside and frame.