In this case, a gal. With the cut on the cheongsam separating it into two halves, she is hiding basically nothing. Not the elaborate tattoos over arms, chest, and back, not the lack of weapons,  and not the few things hanging off her belt. Lapine does get to see the one thing she is hiding, what's between her legs, because the ties to her underwear are very good at blending with her skin. The actual garment not so much.<br/><br/>Looks a bit smoother, for better and worse. Given how much she totally ignored the more obviously armed plain clothes officers, it's better because that's a level of cockyness that even Lapine's hindquarters could not take. The worse part is obvious.<br/><br/>The messenger starts by slipping Lapine a note (physical, ink and all) and a datachip. The note is a simple request for any recording,  and a starting offer of goods for data and an interview. Her mouth gets busy ordering a drink at the bar.