Trisha kept the 'about time' comment she wanted to mutter to herself as she took the datapad and examined the woman.  After committing the woman to memory, she pushed the datapad back with a shrug.  "Is that all?  Should be easy enough.  Anything else?  Do I have an expense account or any assistance?"  The mission didn't sound all that complicated, and right up Trisha's alley.  No one would look twice at a Zeltron in a club.