"Sable Minx?" The elf let out an easy laugh that showed that the gesture wasn't overly rare. "Didn't know the run needed a pornomancer. Hell of a street name, kittycat." Kizzie slid onto the far end of the booth herself, letting her legs drape over the side as she leaned back. "I suspect we're waiting for the Johnson? Fuckin' mooks are always late, can't exactly say I'm surprised. Unless she's already here and just incognito."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>