"A loose cannon?" Mica hmm's and sits back, glass in hand. "No, I wouldn't say that. Tight, locked 'n loaded, perhaps. Very determined."<br/><br/>"You're only<em>half </em>tempted? I'll strike that up to my charms then, amico, knowing your Italian ways." Raising her glass veils her teasing grin. "She's in your line of work, so to speak. Well, not<em><em>quite</em></em>, but there are similarities."<br/><br/>"I can introduce you if you like, but if you like to take your chances while I enjoy dinner, be my guest."<br/><br/>She pauses, thinking. "Her name is Iris."