Although she could never consider the Hive city her home, she had spent a lot of time occupying the area. Her occupation as an Assassin had sent her to many different levels of the hive, but the middle area reminded her most of the slum, dirty, and eerie ship that she had once called home. Although going back to that home was completely impossible, she still wouldn't consider the heavily populated area her home. Going to the top of the hive was only possible during her assassination missions, and most of her time was spent in the middle area of the hive. Now, she had a mission and unknowing of what was to come next drove her wild with excitement. Rhia made sure to bring all of her weapons with her. She was dressed in her skin tight body gloved suit covered by a flak jacket which carried more of her ammo and another few weapons. Her grossly slender body looking full due to the large armored jacket that covered most of her body. The hood light fabric hood of the jacket raised to cover and mask her boney face, along with contrasting blonde locks of hair.<br/><br/>Rhia traveled on foot, for she felt like she was in most control. Plus, it was an opportunity for her to place her long, slender fingers directly on her pistol waiting for any signs of abnormalities in the heavily congested area. She may her way through the workers, barely even touching them only on the back to slightly push they away. No one even seemed to notice her light touches, when she wasn't using her free hand to push aside workers. In one of the pockets of her flak jacket was a card that she was going to use to meet with the rest of the people. Rhia was unsure of the motive and request, but the lack of work recently had made her take incentive to meet her next, what she assumed to be, employer.<br/><br/>The apartment complex was something she was accustomed to meeting people in, and as she looked at the card and the number attached to it, she made her way towards the corresponding doors. Hiding and lurking within the shadows, with her teary blue eyes looking around every corner. The ship she had spent her childhood on made her very jumpy at times and aware of everything going on around her. The childhood she experienced proved to be very useful in her line of work. As she slid the card through and gained access to the room, something extremely odd happened. What she assumed to be an almost empty room, was riddled with people. Her hand in her pocket quickly clenched on the gun hidden within her jacket, as she looked up from her hood. Her thin face looking to the different people, who seemed to come from all different places.<br/><br/>Rhia's grip on her gun wouldn't change, but she looked around the room. The focal point seeming to the data pad in the center of the area. Her thin lips pursed together as she noticed she had entered near the end of a conversation between people, but she had little interest to know exactly what it was about. From the expressions of the people though, and the lack of action, she assumed that they were all waiting as well. Feeling as if it was safe, she finally let her grip go of the small pistol within her flak jacket. Moving her free hand to her hood as she let it fall off of her head. Her blonde locks flowing out of her jacket in a entangled mess, as her blue eyes fiercely looked at each person. Waiting and listening, and staying completely silent.