Name: Rihanna<br/>Position: Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br/>Location: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/>Case File: All<br/>Investigators: All<br/><br/>Rhianna already seemed rather well acquainted with Scragg's oddities, to the point that she was completely unphased by his flailing, rather the way she acted it seemed as if she barely noticed it at all. Now free of her bonds she'd place both of her hands on her cheeks and let out a small sigh as she'd lean back dramatically. Giving Drake an utterly unimpressed look.<br/>“Know this Berk I see? Heh, seems like he won't remember for five minutes, wastin' your breath.” She'd ask Scragg with a snerk, indicating to the sniper with two fingers.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “Ah. Back from doing…snipery things, Drake was it? I just got in. No deaths on our side I hope? Who were you with again? Haxtus and Haxtes?.” Righting himself firmly onto both feet he’d adjust his shirt tie and take in a deep breath to collect himself, followed by an obsessive compulsive rub of his shirt cuffs despite the obvious lack of cufflinks. “Long as she keeps her nose clean I pass her a throne or two every now and again for some information. Perfect angel this one, aren’t you Rihanna? Church on Sundays, old ladies across the street and all that, right? I was wondering if you could maybe identify a couple ganger signs for me...sort of in a rush right now though… come on, keep quiet and I’ll let you watch for a bit Rihanna.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rhianna would only cringe slightly as she'd cross her arms over her chest in a rather childishly petulant manner.<br/>“Old people smell bad. Probably Death looming over them. So incredibly naff. But uh... maybe dinner too? Dinner would be cool. I like dinner, it's good payment. Gang signs I can do, as long as I'm not squealing on my own.” She'd say, biting her lip as she'd slip her arms behind her back and follow behind Scragg as he'd head into the observation room.<br/>“Oh well, you know how I love to watch. Quiet. Got it.” She'd say with a nod and a suggestively raised eyebrow, looking around the room slowly until she spotted Dieter, which the mere sight of would cause the ganger to nearly jump out of her skin and promptly move herself to the furthest point in the room from, and make absolute certain that Scragg stood firmly between her and the Cyber Mastiff.   “Oh<strong>come</strong>on... seriously feth those things.” She'd say under her breath as she'd visibly prickle, keeping one eye on the large metal canine.<br/>