Kacy pulled up to the meet location right on time, having waited a few miles down the road to make sure she'd be arriving at the appointed time. Arriving early might be prudent, but she'd found arriving at an unexpected time and toting heavy weaponry sometimes leads to unfortunate misunderstandings with potential clients.  In any case, the idea that anyone who wanted her dead would come to Switzerland to do it was ridiculous. Nonetheless, Kacy was on high alert getting out of the car, taking in the scene quickly, looking for movement out of the corner of her eye. There was a dark skinned man at the door, and nobody else clearly visible.  Kacy slid from the car, watching the dark skinned man warily for his reaction, and headed towards the door. A fire fight in close quarters would be dangerous, but if someone wanted her dead out here it would be a bullet from somewhere out of sight and far away - no time to duck and weave, no warning, Just the darkness. Best to get inside fast, to her way of reckoning.<br/><br/>She approached the door and man and door with a slight smile, her hands loose, not on a weapon, but not far from the shotgun holstered on her side. The holster was a side hip job, on a swivel so the gun could be brought to bear just by grabbing the handle and swinging the holster up along with the weapon,easily fired from the hip. She's wore an armored vest that could just barely pass as ugly street wear to the casual observer, but otherwise she was in a ratty black t-shirt, a short black skirt, fishnets and boots. Her mohawk was done up in a fierce array of spikes, with makeup bold enough to pass as warpaint in some cultures. Unless he responds in a hostile fashion, she simply nods to the man and positions herself out of the way of possible snipers as best she can. "Looking for the fellow with the money." she said simply. "If you're not him, I guess we wait." Her metal hand hovers close to her gun, ready for action.