<div class="floatright">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Steph01.jpg) </div><strong>Character:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Penthouse Kitchen, 63 Wall Street, NYC, NY/1230<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Jeans, boots, sweater, scarf, leather jacket.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Valdez<br/><hr/><br/>She smiled, looking down so he wouldn't see as he made his outrageous comments.  She wasn't one to back down from a challenge and that seemed to be what they were doing to each other.  "I'll keep that in mind.  If we make it out, unharmed, I'll take that poll."  She glanced up at him, then.<br/><br/>Stephanie reminded herself that everything he said indicated he'd been in prison...recently.  She reminded herself that they were there to do a really risky job and that even though they were making light of the job, it was deadly serious.  And, then she winked at the man.<br/><br/>The sauce took his attention once more and she turned away to lean a hip against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her chest.  Her attention strayed from the man to the plans and she sighed.  The electrical plans with the updates on the security measures the hotel had taken had caught her attention.  Of course, they'd gone modern and had cameras with their own infrared lighting; they wouldn't be fooled by people wearing IR headlamps.<br/><br/>When Oscar held out the spoon, Stephanie leaned forward to take the sip.  She gasped and looked at him again.  "Holy crap!  You really can cook!  You'll make someone a great wife one day," she teased, a little surprised at herself for being so comfortable with him.  But, her initial distrust had gone the way of the cuckoo and she rather hoped that they assigned her to assist him...back-up, look-out...distraction to others with guns so he didn't get shot....wait, wasn't that called bait?<br/>