Both Liza and Robin are willing to work out their schedule, though the three women have to push back their meeting a little bit to accommodate the extra visiting times and the corner girls' work schedules. But soon enough, the day and time arrive, and Tzahala's rest is interrupted by the buzz of a guest hoping to use her private lift. A quick check of the security camera shows that it's Robin; a couple of minutes late, perhaps, but punctual enough for non-government work.<br/><br/>Once she's granted access, the tattooed woman moves confidently into the apartment, giving Tzahala a polite smile as she takes off her shoes near the elevator door. No sense bringing the street in with her, after all. As she does so, Tzahala notices that one of the long sleeves on her GSL jacket is hanging, empty, at her side- she came prepared to test out her new limb, without having to carry another.<br/><br/>"Evening... Sorry I'm late. One of my clients was having a particularly good day, I think, and ran over..." With a smirk, the woman moves to stand in front of the Israeli runner, her attention torn between openly examining the bronze-skinned woman's body and looking for her new mod... like a kid at a birthday with too many presents to think straight. "How'd it come out?"