<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PqEn03a.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Cio "CC" Caparelli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284548.msg14014811#msg14014811)<br/><strong>Alias</strong>:  T®A$H 🐼<br/><strong>Status</strong>:  Normal<br/><hr/><br/>Some might have called her a mooch, but having spent most of her early years getting around by foot in the alleys and streets, she never really learned how to drive.  So, when Kaze offered to give people a lift she naturally accepted--as if he would have expected her to say no.  Meetings with Johnsons were always a little iffy, but usually best to put one's best face forward regardless how they decided to bring theirs.  So when Kaze picked her up she was already dressed and ready to go in her "business attire" or so she referred to it as.  The Actioner suit was at least formal enough to get by with most meetings, or to fit in with a higher class crowd, and offered her the benefit of some extra protection--not to mention a hidden holster for her Colt.  The black-and-white suit pants look seemed a little strange on her for those that knew her, though she managed to pull it off well--really it was hard for most to imagine her not being able to pull something off well.  Her dreadlocked hair was tied back into a tentacle-like amalgamation of a pony tail.  Naturally she also kept her goggles with her, though they rested on her forehead for now.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the lift," she added as she got out with Kaze a little walk from the meet.  Airports were not exactly standard fare, and the large number of other people around made her nervous, but she didn't seem to show any signs of concern.<br/><br/>She waited around the table as her other compatriots arrived or lingered nearby.  Cio kept her hands in her pockets as she waited for the Johnson to show up.  Her eyes scanned over the materials on the table slowly before the car pulled up.  There was a sense of haste to their arrival, and her eyes quickly swept over the first woman that exited the vehicle.  Her lips flicked to a brief smirk, humans always seemed to be trying to emulate the other races one way or another, it seemed this one--and the red head that followed--were both trying to live up to the levels of Elvish beauty.  Well who could blame them.  Her brow raised slightly as the Dwarf came out and headed to the table.<br/><br/>"So--" she began, though was quickly cut off as the Dwarf continued his explanation of the situation, leaving little room to get a word in edgewise.  "Well--" she added, but he had already slammed the door of the limo behind him.  The women followed suit and soon the car was driving away.<br/><br/>"Talk about a break down of negotiations," she quipped before turning her attention to the briefcase and its contents.<br/><br/>"That's not good," she murmured with a faint scowl at the note that said "YOU OWE ME".  Debts were annoying--especially in the shadows.<br/><br/>"I don't like it here, too many eyes...maybe head someplace quieter so's I can let m' hair down and we can chat a little freer," she suggested, turning her head to look to the others inquisitively.