<div class="floatright">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1450/33/1450338450364.jpg)<br/><strong>Ximena Delgado</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295754.msg14488694#msg14488694)</div><br/>"Ami," the troll acknowledged with a toothy half-smile, "It's nice to see a familiar face."<br/><br/>After engaging in the briefest of pleasantries, Ximena returned her attention to the meeting. There'd be plenty of time to catch up if they all signed up for the run. She moved forward in her chair as Mr Fernández opened the folder, but, beyond its obvious Aztlan origin, the shaman didn't recognise the name or his face. It was a testament to the effeciency of her anti-tremor bioware that Curador's hand remained absolutely steady as she reached out to spread the photographs across the tabletop.<br/><br/>"Azzies are a blight," she declared, voice soft but certain.<br/><br/>The troll looked around the table, while one heavy finger tapped out a rapid tattoo against the target's headshot. She was going to be a complete hypocrite here, interpretting 'do no harm' in the loosest possible way in order to do what needed to be done. It helped if she thought about people like Timomauhtiz as a malignancy that needed to be excised. Although never enough for her to be able to sleep at night.<br/><br/>Ximena flicked through the folder, checking to see if there was any more information contained within. The list of questions was growing, but given the introduction, it seemed unlikely that Mr Fernández had access to any of the answers.<br/><br/>"Is there a time-frame on this?" the shaman asked after a moment's thought, "Rushed jobs make me antsy and improvisation always gets messy."