Lynda Striker had considered the invitation carefully, and looked into the sender as best she could.  With the city's three gang bosses dead and Prohibition over, the gangs of the city were a pale shadow of what they once were.  The Phantom Woman had less to do of import and bootleggers were starting to pale in importance compared with the faint clouds of war in Europe and Asia.  She'd even though of returning to the monastery... but instead she finds herself at the Connors estate, having parked her nondescript car a block away and walked.<br/><br/>The attractive woman in her mid-20s walked through the gate, wearing a grey suit and white blouse, a knee-length skirt held together with buttons to pop open and provide free movement.  She had come as herself and not her alter-ego, leaving mask and cloak behind, but keeping her heavy automatic in her purse, several of her trademark coins hidden beneath the bottom of it.<br/><br/>She rang the bell and followed the butler... a reminder of her old life in high society.  The dragons catch her attention... she's seen plenty carved on the walls of temples and more than one precious jade statue.<br/><br/>Linda takes a seat in the chair against the wall, purse next to her leg instead of on the floor, taking in her companions with a curious air, refraining from small talk just yet.