Eilora blinked at the 3D rendering, but the extra characteristics of the man in question did not surprise or shock her. After everything she had seen in life. After everything she has done in life. It felt like it would be a miracle if something ever surprised her again. The man in question, the target, looked like he would be difficult to handle especially up close. She tilted her head as she studied the symbol in his clothing, tracing it with her eyes.<br/><br/>When she realized she was't paying attention to her father, she snapped herself out of it and turned her head towards him. As she listened to him, she made up her mind pretty quickly, already formatting a possible plan in her head. She gave her father a grin. He was giving her the choice. This was rare but a good moment to shine. She'd make him proud. That is what daughter's did right? Make their fathers proud? Every so often the thought of how she had to kill to make him proud was a bit over the top, but she never kept that thought in her mind and would always push it away whenever it tried to edge it. This is what they did to feed themselves. This was his livelihood and hers too and she would accept the honor to be his partner.<br/><br/>The quick thought of how many times she had to tell herself that was quickly shoved away as well.<span style="font-style: italic">Enough!</span>She thought to herself and focused on the job at hand.<br/><br/>"I'll take the getting close to him." She smiled, taking a sip of water as she stared at the image. She tried not to think of if he had family. What would happen to the country if he was an important member. What would happen to the community he was a part of. The money part generally went over her head, though she did like having a little stash to the side to buy something new, she hardly did anything with the money and would always have her father take care of many of the important things.<br/><br/>She ignored her father's curt reply of killing a man, but she couldn't help the feel of something tingling at the back of her neck. Like she was missing something or something was bothering her but she couldn't put her finger on it. Ah well, couldn't worry about it even if she wanted to. She had other things to worry about.<br/><br/>"So then, how do you want to go by doing this Father?"