"Right, that's just what I was thinking. Haven't heard anything, yet, but that's not the crowd I usually look out for. Just give me that ID. and I'll make sure the problem is handled," she says, nodding, and offering a hand for a shake, even if he does ignore it.<br/><br/>Once he's gone, she takes her time, and finishes her coffee; she's already paid for it, after all, and she could use it, after last night. Once she's done, she heads back to her car, sitting in the driver's seat for a few minutes while she taps out a quick, encrypted note to one of her old acquaintances, a former lover, and a skilled hacker, named Yaeka Andou, to see if she's heard anything about this Slicer fellow, adding his ID, to see if she can run any checks, find out if he's got more of a history than just some up-and-coming punk.<br/><br/>Regardless of the answer to that line of inquiry, she heads home, to change into a new outfit, to help her blend in a little better; clothes that are a bit dirtier, like they haven't been washed in a few weeks (which, for this set, to add to the authenticity, haven't), a bit of makeup to give her (larger) bags under her eyes, a few fake bruises, and a few other simple techniques, to make her look exactly like who she's about to seek out; a BTL junkie.