Irina was always nervous of using her car's autopilot, but with her vision swimming, she finally gave in and flicked it on.  She slid open her car window and sucked in a few quick breaths of cold air to try and clear her head, then gulped down some water.<em>Fucking night clubs, doing anything to compete.  </em>She thought to herself in annoyance.<br/><br/>She took Orell's hand as she climbed out of her car, leaning on him a bit more heavily than intended.  Her legs felt weak, and the world kept wanting to spin a little.  The location left Irina a bit disappointed, it didn't seem very high end, but she hid her thoughts as she smiled at Orell and the other men.<strong>"Hello."</strong>She said with a half-wave.  She tossed her purse onto a chair, then took a few steps to inspect the place.<br/><br/><strong>"Simsense?  I've had some bad luck with simsense.  I think a fried some equipment.  They weren't happy."</strong>She commented.  Better to be upfront than to be blamed later.  She moved forward though, trying to think of the standard poses that she had done for other jobs.  She lifted her hands to play with her hair, she stuck out one leg to show how long they were.  She turned so her back faced them and twisted around.  It wasn't overly original, but it did show off her body.