She doesn't need it

Valerie put the suit down. This was her first mission back, and a chance to show her agency that she could still get the job done. She needed every advantage she could get - and if she performed better naked, then so be it. She was a professional, and her mission plan was ultimately up to her discretion.

She put the suit back inside her back, not wanting to second guess herself. She fastened the pouch around her thigh, put on the scuba mask on her face, and slung the small air cylinder on her back.

She took a final look around to see if everything was as it should be, and then dived into the water.

She felt a cold shock, as all of her body came into contact with the ocean water. For a moment, she lost her form as she gathered herself. Once she got used to the temperature, she swam in the direction of the vessel, reaching it without further incident. Quietly, she raised her head over the surface of the water.

Everything was dead silent. Quietly, she grabbed the ladder on the side of the yacht, climbing to the upper deck. She carefully scanned her surroundings - there was nobody around.

She quietly took off her mask and air cylinder, noiselessly placing it near the walls. She would retrieve them on her way out. She remembered the plans of the ship she had seen in her briefing - the memory module was supposed to be in a small safe located in the center room.

She tiptoed her way to the door in front of her. To her surprise, it was ajar - likely the result of someone wanting to feel the cool ocean breeze as they slept. She quietly opened it just enough to sneak in, entering the vessel.