Vanaheim arrives a short while after a call with the Fireman. Even his ride speaks to the Euro-pretentions he has; a vintage converted van that probably costs more than most people's yearly rent. At first, he looks to have some strange facial discolouration given that half his face seems pale, the other red and bloodshot. On closer inexpection, it's clear that half his face - indeed half his body - has transparent skin meaning the living tissue are entirely exposed to the eye. His outfit is somewhere between neopagan tribal and euro-chic. Indeed, it's highly likely that the "I just threw this on this morning" look is a deliberate style statement in the whatever polity he's originally from. The accent he uses sounds Northern European - German and Scandic, not entirely clear, but what's readily apparent is how<span class="bbc_u">bored</span>he sounds about all of this.<br/><br/>"You are RQ ja? Well. The Feuerman says that I am to be helping you. It is being a rushed job and ..." he sucks his teeth, looking as though even merely saying or thinking that something might be rushed causes him pain and distaste.<br/><br/>"Without adequate preparation - three days at a minimum, five ideally - I can probably do one of the following. If there is being building security then I can eliminate it - cameras, and so on. No records. Clean in and out. The other option, and I am being very clear that this is an or, yes. The other option is that I can isolate the target from the outside, meaning that I capture all outgoing signals, alarms, alerts and so on, again, no records that any request for outside help was made. That's the trick and time consuming thing - the records, the audit-logs of the records, the meta-data of the audit-logs of the records."