Yes!

"I didn't realize Galaxy Labs was Russian..." you observe, reaching for the coffee cup and taking a sip.

'Your ignorance of their corporate status has yet to be determined. Still, shelling out a pretty penny to a Soviet shell company... That does raise a few red flags, don't you think, mister carpenter?"

"As you say, I am just a carpenter. I'm not a spy--I made that chair you're sitting in."

She glances down briefly and runs her finger over the stained wood finish. "Not bad." She stands up, abruptly, straightening her suit jacket. "Strip."

"Excuse me?" You couldn't have heard her correctly.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

You stand up, backing away slightly. "Why on earth--?"

"I need to check you for a wire. Now STRIP!" she yells.