[Jeramiahh]<br/><br/>The woman is waiting for him, leaning against on of the walls, and when he enters she speaks, her voice soft and with a strange, exotic burr to it. "Charles Gilbert, living in Absalom since the age of eleven.  You recently came into control of a group of...freelancers via an accident that you had no part in.  You wish aid for your own purposes.  Perhaps I could aid, but that would depend on if you can convince me it is necessary.  Well, why don't you plead your case?"<br/><br/>She leans back, displaying her decolletage to good effect, and takes a deep puff on her cigarette.  Her expression didn't flicker throughout her commentary, looking like she was mildly interested.