The black haired sniper crossed her arms as she waited into the loading bay. Something about this felt wrong. She couldn't shake the feeling why, but just in case, she kept her 2 tiny drones on her person. Just in case. Her van was also at the ready for whatever may come. She wouldn't spy on her client, at least not yet, unless something caught her eye, but she never did like meeting in person.<br/><br/>As they sat down it felt somewhat odd, a group of female runners and a Troll, sounds like a bad BLT vid. She didn't introduce herself as they went around until she just gave a professional "Marisa" if they glanced at her.<br/><br/>It felt so out of place being in her gear inside this fancy dining room. But what could she do? Go to a job offer and look unprofessional?