"Lilian, eh?  Well, luckily for you, it's just 'Adjoa' for me." she said with a wink, and took the Simchip in hand, pocketing it "I'll hold onto this; already have most of the report written up, since I was there after all."<br/><br/>Cat's poke doesn't even push into her skin; her body is hard as a<em>rock</em>wrapped in steel covered in adamantine.  Definitely an ork... definitely bioware-laden; explains why even with her skintight suit you can see her muscles ripple, and her abs are exceptionally defined, truly chiseled.  The woman gave a gentle poke to her belly back, and took her hand gently.<br/><br/>"Yes; it'll take perhaps ten minutes to work it all out.  I'll try and leave your name out of it; a 'confidential informant' or something." she said with a chuckle "Now come on, down to my car; not the nicest, but it does the job..."<br/><br/>Indeed, it was a decent sedan, nice, blue, and comfortable.  The drive to the precinct was a long one, given the area, but once there it was indeed less than ten minutes, without Cat having to even give her name (though she'd have to keep her comm on, so they could verify she<em>had</em>been there).  From there it was a short drive into Central Boston, where the Financial District was, but also where a number of fine dining facilities were.  She pulls up to one, an Italian joint, likely mafia owned, but keeps pretty clean of things.  She parks (surprisingly finding a good spot) and opens the door for Cat like a gentlema... er, gentlewoman would.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" she asked, to guide them in to the restaurant entrance...