She was....right on time.  Backpack and gymbag set on the table, looking part joygirl and part go-go dancer.  The girl just stares as the woman joins them and begins to speak, "Yeah." she says with a smile.  "Could you like have used a diff handle than 'Johnson'?" she asks, "Cause really, you and it, don't fit.  No offense, but come on." she begins.  A pause to her words, a smile forming, "Just....how big a distraction are you wanting here?  Like the pyro show for Death In The Afternoon, or more like the pyro show when Detroit Tires plays out in the open?" she asks, "Or...bigger?  Cause if bigger, and you want an early sunrise, that can happen, but it's not gonna be cheap.  Like, it wouldn't be worth it for me to even go." she says with a pout, "Going sounds fun though."