And that -children- as they say; was that.

His own pair dispatched, Obi-Wan took a quick sit-rep of the room and after a beat his fuzzy brows bounced upwards in an unspoken huh, that went well expression. It would be followed shortly with an itch between his shoulder blades as he'd wonder what that meant for the next part of their adventure; because things never, ever went to plan.

For now, however, he turned when he heard fabric tearing and took in what Heero was up to with the sheets.

"Good idea," he remarked, making a gesture to request a sheet so he and Tech could follow suit. Hopefully their clothes mannequins would sleep peacefully for at least a couple of hours, but it wouldn't hurt to have some additional restraint in place.

If Heero shared the sheets, Obi-Wan would turn and toss one towards Tech before getting to work binding up his victims.

"Tech, what's our status on jamming communications?" Asking the question, while quietly ripping fabric, Obi-Wan was glancing back at Heero and wearing a concerned expression.

He and Tech would no doubt be able to find guard uniforms that mostly fit, but Heero was ... well ... smol.