She'd made it to the desk before the tranquilizers had taken her and she'd fallen, curled around her laptop like it's some sort of security blanket. That's what she'd trapped, and not herself, wiring it to her Widow's Bite so that moving it will create a surge that fries it beyond repair.

Destroy the evidence. She'd fallen unconscious before the second part of that order came, the one to end her own life so that nothing can be learned from her. It crackles over the earpiece she wears, faint and tinny and only audible thanks to Winter's enhanced hearing.