She listens, interested, as Cat speaks, but you can see the cogs working in her head as it were, thinking things over.  It was quite clear Cat was new to this, a rookie really, but she didn't act as if it was the worst thing in the world to be paired with a 'new girl' on the job.  She raises a brow at the clarification of her being a Shaman, apparently finding it intriguing.<br/><br/>"Beautiful, sexy, smart, and wielder of powers I could never fully fathom?" she said, clearly interested "You are<em>quite</em>the gem... but seriously, you're new... but I'll leave the talking to you.  Just remember to be confident, aggressive; if he sees fear, he'll<em>pounce</em>on it.  It's about dominance, power, and you're at a disadvantage with him being bigger than you.  You start feeling overwhelmed?  Nod to me, and I'll handle the 'aggressive negotiations'..."<br/><br/>She grins - showing off sharpened canines, like small tusks... telling you she is<em>actually</em>an ork, not a human, one of the 'lucky few' to look mostly human - and pulls off a glove to show off a golden ring on her finger.  Looking at it it seems to bare a number of UCAS military insignias on it...<br/><br/>"UCAS Navy SEALS, DEVGRU, greatest special forces and counter-terrorist force this nation has." she states, proudly, before putting her armored glove back on "Eight years of counter-terrorism and hostage rescue, me as an urban warfare specialist.  Joined Lone Star and they made me a Ranger from the start, and they<em>pay better</em>too!  I assure you that everything will be just fine; I've dealt with far worse than some punk with a chip on his shoulder."<br/><br/>A pat on the shoulder, and she puts her helmet back on, putting it securely in place as she waited for the man to show up with however many of his friends he plans to bring... and it won't be too long it would seem.  Not even ten minutes later Violetta orders everyone into the back rooms - save for Cat and Adjoa - which seems to be a signal that there are about to be problems.  Adjoa stands and takes up a position in the entrance hall, arms crossed beneath her armored bosom, her posture one of confident defiance, like one would expect in a guard or bouncer tried and true.  Moments later, the front double doors are<em>kicked</em>in - but not off their hinges - and a big human man walks in, cyberware laden in his face and arms, and behind him come a pair of orks - one clearly a street samurai and the other without any augmentations and all - and behind them a<em>troll</em>of all things, and clearly augmented<em>heavily</em>.  Looks like he did come her to clean house...<br/><br/>"Hey, what the fuck is this?!" he asks, in that<em>clearly</em>faked mob-Italian accent as he looks from Cat to Adjoa and back again "That<em>cunt</em>sent two of her<em>bitches</em>to mess me up, eh?  Or you some sort a present for me?  Where the hell is that<em>cunt</em>anyway?!"