Looking nine kinds of gorgeous in a messy updo and grey shawl jacket over a black jumpsuit ensemble the woman indicated as miss Knives sat next to Ringo's left side with a glass of soy-milkshake, strawberry flavour, and parted a pair of crimson lips at her introduction, blinking in an artificial copy of the genuine reflex before expressing her own interest. And instantly ruining the impression with her monotone voice and doll-like movements. "Normally, finding a lost Timmy doesn't require insurance, no offence, and I don't usually work with others." She paused, seemingly reflecting on what she said before continuing. "Now I'm not saying that I wont take the job if the compensation is worth it but I do feel that I will need more incentive than a groupdate."<br/><br/>Finding a lost person was a little bit like battling a bad cold, at first you hoped it wouldn't really be necessary and then it was simply a matter of persevering and sweating out the bad parts. Elly just hoped having more people meant someone else could go to the pharmacy for cough-drops.<br/><br/>As a form of respect Elly hadn't yet hacked a single commlink or PAN and her own cheap-ass com said her name was Kat Conrad, a 27 year old nanny though one would be a bit hardpressed to believe the age given Elly's babyface. Funny enough, the commlink didn't seem connected to any other electronics if anyone happened to look and for those in the know, her eyes were obviously not biological given how like clockwork they blinked every 32 seconds.