Niva just shook her head and crossed her arms as his look appraised her, either for her ability to take him apart at the seams or for her ability to satisfy a man’s lust. She chuckled inwardly. How very cliché, she thought. Men had often mistaken her for a femme fatale much to their detriment. Niva had no need to demonstrate her deadliness. She had nothing to prove.<br/>“Looks can be deceiving, Iron Man. You look like you are all brawn and no brain, but my files say differently. I don’t care if you are in this mess with “The Corporation” because you want the Nobel Peace prize or because bringing those bastards to heel means you win the lottery. The end is still the same. The world is a safer place with them in check. For God’s sake. What out for the people on the street!”<br/><br/>The man was so busy flexing his power button, tossing weapons around and the like that he nearly hit the… What the hell was that? Niva was tossed around in the cab as Gabriel slammed on the brakes. Her quick reflexes allowed her to swiftly recover. The hood shrouded person came round to Gabriel, shouting out his name. The hood slid away to reveal long ears and a humanoid face. Niva cursed under her breath but the creature never looked her direction. Once again, someone made another sloppy mistake of seeing her as nothing but a “girl”. Once again, Niva smiled. How she loved being underestimated.<br/><br/>Before she could exit the van, the stranger had joined them and the van sped off, hurtling toward Gabriel’s intended destination. Raising an eyebrow, Niva settled back in the seat, interested in where this was going to take them.<br/><br/>“So I surmise you wish to take advantage of my expertise and contacts,” the blonde woman said, pulling down the visor to use the mirror as a means to scope out the stranger who had joined them. “I would say, someone, somewhere, is aware of you and has set plans in motion to assist your plan.” She half turned in the seat.<br/><br/>“ You are here because of “The Corporation?” she asked the other in the back seat. Niva narrowed her eyes, “or perhaps you were sent by “The Corporation” to take him out,” she tossed her head Gabriel’s direction. She directed a glare his way. “Are you in the habit of blindly accepting random people into your vehicle in New York City? Don’t you know that is a good way to get mugged?”