<i>As if</i>, Ianthe thought to herself, but nevertheless gave him a grateful smile as she made a show of entering his number into her wrist computer. The Grey wouldn't be as pliant an asset as she'd hoped, but having a relatively friendly tech specialist she could turn to in a pinch might just be worth the trouble. Shouldering her go-bag, she handed him the fare, and a generous tip, before stepping out into the neon-bathed street.<br/><br/>While her cheeks colored a bit at the holo-ad in the window -- she despaired of ever understanding the male fascination with sexed-up catgirls -- she set her mind to business. She studied the exterior for a few moments, eyes and mind scanning the comings and goings, and trying to build a mental map of the place like she'd been trained. Then, schooling her expression back into professional neutrality, she slipped inside, in search of her contact.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>