DG arrives an hour early to the meet, though she spends most of that time circling the area, putting together both a mental and literal map of the environment through a combination of sensory feedback and queries to public or poorly-secured nodes for building blueprints.  The main goal, of course, is to make sure there's nothing overtly suspicious--but a good sense of the surroundings never hurts, either.  As the meet draws closer, she turns her attention more to the Matrix, probing the localized nodes and the PANs of those nearby and inside.<br/><br/>By the time she makes her way inside for the meeting, it's for amusement as much as anything else--who would have thought that beat cop in the booth down the way had a max-level<em>Miracle Shooter</em>character?  The things you learn from open social-network VPNs...<br/><br/>The way she's dressed could certainly be considered inappropriate.  The majority of her body is covered by a "skinsuit" that may as well be painted on for the degree to which it's been personalized to her body shape, gun-metal gray along the sleeves, flanks, and legs with a wide stripe of jet black running down the middle roughly from the crown of one breast to the other.  A thick leather corset and much lighter half-jacket--the latter completely open--are layered over it, though neither does much to add modesty to the ensemble.  The outfit could be considered borderline lewd, under certain circumstances, but something about it<em>feels</em>natural in the way she wears it; she isn't flaunting or flirtatious, or overly-cautious with her movements in the way a woman wearing a short skirt or flimsy dress would be.  The best way to describe her posture would be "comfortable."<br/><br/>As she makes her way to the table, DG sniffs at the air once or twice, picking up chemical tracers to help round out her largely cybernetic view of the world with some biological feedback.  A quick, easy way of checking to make sure no one inside was in an especially agitated or anxious mood--good signs of a rookie ambush team--and helpful for identifying anyone from this dive who might show up later trying to shadow her.  At the same time, she gathers PAN addresses, snapshots of faces and tone analysis of voices, and all the other information that her off-kilter manner of thinking identifies as collecting to form the pattern called a "person" in the real world.<br/><br/>At the table, she orders a soycaf and sits back toward the window, arms folded in front of her on the tabletop.  There's something odd about her demeanor that's hard to place, unless one is a sociological expert: she seems unusually calm and inattentive, similar to the state of "mindfulness" cultivated in the meditations of some Eastern religions.  There's simply so much data coming in through her meat-, metal-, and Matrix-senses that her brain doesn't "tamp down" on purely visual or audible information the way a normal metahuman's does--she's constantly looking at the "big picture" with the sort of impassive curiosity of a second-hand observer.<br/><br/>The Johnson she inspects more closely, however, and not just on a purely sensory level.  She compares her body posture and speech mannerisms to known behavioral archetypes.  She browses her PAN, if it's active--even though she knows it's going to be a "false front"--to see what the information on it can tell her about what the woman<em>wants</em>her to think about her.  (Of course, it would be more effective to hack in and get her real data, but that's beyond a major faux pas for this sort of business meeting.)  And of course, she studies her reactions to the other runners, noting variances in tone and any pheromone releases that accompany them.<br/><br/>To be honest, it probably takes whoever sits closest to her by surprise when she speaks--calmly and directly--as if she'd been a part of the conversation the whole time, not sitting there spaced out like a chem-addict: "If you want to use an explosion, you should consider something 'organic' like creating a gas leak or finding something combustible in the warehouse's contents.  That would be quite a bit cheaper."  And the cops would be less likely to investigate, once they found out it was a gang warehouse.<br/><br/>"The offer is dangerously close to the minimum price of doing business--do we have some assurance that your next offer is going to be more lucrative?"