The mage-woman appears to be paying rapt attention as you highlight your contact's information and location.  The technomancer though... her eyes seem to unfocus from reality, from about the moment that she started listening, and yet it seems she's focusing on something.  A minute after you finish, Elisabeth simply remains silent why her lover keeps focusing on what is likely AR or VR... and then a slough of emails began to arrive at Trish's inbox.  Maps, directions, building layouts, biographies... all regarding everything she just explained.<br/><br/>"There.  A full mission dossier on the 'target' and his presumed location." she said, her tone still measured, but more calm it would seem "Recommended strategy is to be straightforward, intimidation over stealth and subtlety.  He'll likely try and save-ass and is most likely to bend given that it's peak hours at his 'pub,' meaning he won't want to make a scene."<br/><br/>Elisabeth nodded in agreement, and then turned to Trish with her everpresent smirk.<br/><br/>"Now then, that fits in perfectly.  You go in, act normal, get your payment... you'll contact me, and I'll come in, and we'll confront him together and get him to make sure the hit<em>stays</em>off.  Likely won't be a problem; when the money's gone, most people don't try and spend more of it.  Oh, and something tells me you'll need this..."<br/><br/>She pulls a runic symbol necklace out of her coat, made of a strange yellow material not natural to this world, and tosses it to you.  Now, you may not be a mage, but Trish can<em>feel</em>the power innate to the device... whatever it was.<br/><br/>"One of my many foci." she explained, answering that question "See, wetwork usually requires a 'trophy' if you will, unless you know him well enough he'll take your word as good enough.  He asks for one?  Hand him that; it also means I can track him if I try hard enough.  Don't want him rabbiting on us after all.  Any questions or concerns love?  If not we can head on out to the car; it shouldn't be<em>that</em>long a drive..."