Rewind arrives at the arranged meeting place (well, her copy does) in her suit. There are thugs waiting for her, all of them with covered faces and pretty well-armed.

"Get rid of the suit," one of them calls.

"But wh-" she offers some token resistance, and the thug points a gun at her and she says, "Alright, alright." The suit is gone, pretend-booped ten minutes into the past.

"Now we wait."

"For what?" Rewind asks.

"Ten minutes."