Dancer did her best to arrive a full thirty minutes early, in order to scope out the place.  She wasn't too worried about any trouble, admittedly.  Moreau had said it was alright, and he was one of the few people she knew who usually played things completely straight with her.  She'd been told that this particular Johnson wasn't going to be offering too much in the way of information up front, though, so it could never hurt to be careful.<br/><br/>Dancer was a ghoul, but she wasn't particularly worried about being recognized as such when she headed out to the diner.  A bald head had been covered up by fake, color-changing fiber-optic hair, and the stench of corpses and rotting carrion was covered up by some nice little cosmetic bioware lining her digestive tract.  Gloves could cover claws, while rough, dead white skin and sharpened teeth were usually just written off as the results of an augmentation fetish.  Most often, she was just seen as someone with a taste for body modification, and she did her best to help that particular illusion along by being as obvious as possible with those mods she had that were street-legal, setting her hair and eyes to a nice kaleidoscope pattern.<br/><br/>For meeting with the Johnson, though, something more subdued seemed slightly more appropriate, and so, a few minutes before the Johnson was due to arrive, when the rest of the team that had been pulled for this job began to make their appearance on the scene, she brought up her commlink and fiddled around with the settings on both for a bit, eventually settling on some nice, simple black hair and silver eyes for this meet.  The armored longcoat and other assorted pieces of body armor underneath would probably help to pull off a professional look, or at least make her look like she was dangerous and knew what she was doing, and of course she never went anywhere unarmed, though at this point she was only carrying a little pistol on her person, heavily-concealed...<br/><br/>"Hey, drawing attention to myself isn't exactly something I find difficult."  She commented, finally drawing attention to herself once the meeting had begun.  "You're right that it won't necessarily be a milk run, though.  Assaulting a large, guarded building, making a nice diversion, and then getting away clean afterwards rarely is, in my experience.  Setting that aside for the moment, however, any chance we could learn which gang we're being paid to take on?  I know we'll be finding it out for ourselves before long, but I'd like to find out sooner than that, if possible."<br/><br/>Certain gangs would lead to a definite conflict of interests on her part, though fortunately there weren't too many.  Just two or three, like the 162s or the Disassemblers...