<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W0lOT1u.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Uphra Thastrix (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1396863)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Current Mode:</strong>Unattuned<br/><strong>Attunement:</strong>☐ ☐ ☐<strong>☒ </strong>☐ ☐ ☐<br/><hr/><br/>"You sound worried, Red," the Drow woman leaned against the wall near the doorway of Mr. Johnson's office.  The mirrored sunglasses hid where her gaze was directed, and even with the sunglasses there was the faintest of creases along her brow as if she were squinting to shield out the irritating light.  "How hard could it be?  Get in, beat up a few pimps and pushers, mess up their stuff, and get out."<br/><br/>"Besides," she adds, pushing away from the wall to walk up behind Alice, stroking the android's hair briefly, "how likely is it to work on a machine?  We've got the perfect bait right here," she suggests with a little quirked grin.