<strong>-- Desmond --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The Icon known only as Pandora-42 (http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/2064/blackelf.jpg) winked into existence, an audacious little caricature of a woman so sleek that she looked to have been poured from liquid onyx.<br/><br/>"Alas, you'll all have to make do with this until I come to know you better.  My pretty face is for friends, and while you all seem like<em>wonderful</em>people I prefer not to take unnecessary risks.  At least not until we're on the job."<br/><br/>Desmond stretched in the backseat, pondering something for a moment.<br/><br/>"Much as I normally prefer to stay<em>out</em>of the spotlight, I think this job may require a more<em>personal</em>touch on my part.  We wouldn't want you to get all the way inside only to realize that I need a physical connection, now would we?"