((OOC: I imagine that as a professional bodyguard Michelle has a CWP. What good would a completely unarmed bodyguard be to anyone, y'know?))<br/><br/>"Thank you, don't mind if I do.", Michelle takes the offered hand, shaking it gently, careful not to squeeze too hard in case this woman wasn't enhanced in the right ways.<br/><br/>Sitting down, still in her biker leathers as she doesn't want to show her handgun so obviously and with the shoulder rig she is wearing it really is fairly well concealed now that her coat is open, Michelle picks up a menu and begins looking it over. When a member of the wait staff comes 'round, Michelle orders herself a martini with two olives and asks for a bit more time with the menu; this nice a restaurant she doesn't want to rush to a hasty decision about what to have for dinner.<br/><br/>While she continues to peruse the menu, Michelle asks Black Knight, "How many more? Might give me some idea what this meeting is about, having an idea of how many people you're recruiting."