Irina shifted as she heard a voice say her name, her eyes scanning the man in only a moment before she fully turned to face him.  A trained agent might have noticed the hesitation, the way she judged him before truly reacting.  The man's Russian accent made her at once homesick and nervous, but she masked the emotions behind a false smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Irina Sarkova."</strong>She replied by way of a greeting as she held out one hand for him to kiss.<strong> "It is a pleasure to meet you.  I hadn't heard of Nova Exposure before, have you been featured in many places?"</strong>It was true she hadn't, but between her spotty ability to access the matrix and her own recent arrival in town, it wasn't entirely surprising even to her.  The last time she had tried to do a search, her vision had been filled with rather pornographic spam.<br/><br/><strong>"I didn't think I was in the good graces of photographers these days."</strong>She answered as she raised an eyebrow.<strong>"I thought the last one I had worked with had spread around town that I was a crazy Russian bitch?"</strong>Her mouth shut with a click as she realized what she had just said, and she turned to see if her drink had arrived yet.  It hadn't, so she took a moment to check her comlink as she tried to decide on how to salvage the situation.<br/><br/>Irina didn't notice him slip the drug into her drink, and took it with a murmured.<strong>"Thanks."</strong>Maybe some alcohol would calm her nerves.  She took a long sip, some of her anxiety flowing away as the alcohol reached her stomach.  When Orell spoke, she felt an even bigger surge of relief.  She clinked her glass with his, then took another long slip.<strong>"To business."</strong>