"Hellequin, on the rocks," the elf says softly, shifting her light, dark, and admittedly, stylish, leather armor jacket around her shoulders and turning her eyes to meet the anomaly. She flicks on her cybereyes, activating her infravision briefly to see if it brings her enlightenment. Whatever anonymous tip brought her here, Johnson or no, had better give up the goods soon enough.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>