<div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12108300/large.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Danika Quinn<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>63 Wall Street, New York, Penthouse. | Sometime after 1000 hours<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Cropped blk & wht varsity jacket & red hoodie, blk beater, pale jeans, blk sneakers, mis-matched multi-color socks, blk beanie<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>David | Open<br/><hr/>Dani was wasting time. Sure, she could probably have tried to spin it some way or another, call it multi-tasking or disguise it as a thinking process, but she knew good and well what she was and wasn't doing and wouldn't deny it if asked. Sure, she did like to know her surroundings as well as possible before she could even begin to get comfortable--knowing how to navigate quickly and what the best methods were to get the fuck out of dodge should that be necessary were important and call it paranoia if you wanted but she liked to know she wasn't trapped like a rat in a cage--but it was a flimsy excuse at best.<br/><br/>Truth was she was just becoming more and more worried about this whole little endeavor with each metaphorical tick of the clock. And not in a fun way either. Every step brought her further and further away from the acceptance she'd thought she'd managed to talk herself into and bit by bit, all her previous rationale began to twist in on itself or curl into flimsy scraps that blew away with only the slightest breath. She couldn't even see the challenge in this anymore, only dead ends. Not that she'd admit to any of that. No no. She'd rather fuck around and let people think whatever so long as it wasn't the truth. Which was why, she supposed, with each tap of her fingers, every nod of her head, her focus spiraled a little further away from the mission they'd been given and her assigned tasks toward that blank space in the back of her head. The space that was filled only with white noise. The space that let her block out all but the most terrible shit and operate on auto-pilot.<br/><br/>Perhaps then it was fortunate that her attention was requested. Well, fortunate at least where business was concerned anyhow.<br/><br/>In her quest to mentally mark off the dimensions of the space they were to inhabit she was approached by one of her "teammates". Scratch that. It was their leader himself, she corrected as she blinked up. Her face was back to that blank wall of 'I haven't a care in the world' vagueness as she came to a stop and eyed him. The details hadn't really changed from her first quick assessment of the man but for perhaps a little something in his demeanor she couldn't quite peg.<br/><br/>Curious, Dani pulled her ear buds free, letting the far too loud music fade into background noise as she held them in hand. Another bubble was blown and then popped as she finally cut the stream of sound with a careful press of her fingers against the inline controls. "What's up?" Dani asked, her voice light and almost perky as one corner of her mouth tugged upward in a slight smirk. "You need somethin' else, Oestreicher?"