[[OOC: I couldn't find a discussion thread for this, so I guess I'll just go ahead and jump in?]] Click. Clack. Click. Splash. Click. "Motherfu..." She exclaimed with a sharp whisper. Who knows what's in this dirty ghetto puddle water! Bending over slightly to brush a rogue particle of puddle dirt from the left leg of her pantsuit, she cursed again at the splatter of muddy water which marred the delicate pinstripe fabric. I do not get compensated enough for this. After indulging in her frustration for a few moments, she took a deep breath, regained her composure and returned to carefully meandering down the dimly lit sidewalk. Her movement was shaped by an air of haughty professionalism and wily perspicacity. Normally a high class woman who not be seen anywhere near these parts, whether from fear of attack or from embarrassment at even having any reason to be there. Unphased by social assumptions, she created a force field of confidence around herself that dared anyone to approach her. In her right hand she carried a stylishly slim black briefcase, smooth and shiny with a single clasp underneath the expertly crafted handle. Her grey suit, dark grey heels, and steel grey eyes were completed by the most mundane shade of medium-length blonde hair imaginable. She had it slicked back and tied into a tight bun. In every aspect of looks, she was fairly average and unremarkable, though notably fierce. Perhaps her smile would light up her angular face and paint her as pretty, but she rarely had a reason to do such a thing. In the event that anyone did accost this woman, she was fully prepared. Not only did she have sharpened blade hidden in her suit, but she had a far more dangerous weapon at her disposal: herself. Part of her confidence came from the fact that her body housed the ability to control any metallic materials located within her vicinity. That hidden blade could turn from a clumsy self-defense object into a high-speed metal spear with a mere thought. It had taken her years to master the particular mutation imposed upon her, and she took great effort to keep it a secret from the world, as well as her employer: the Government. But she wasn't here on Government business. The Government, however overbearing and powerful it was, had holes in its advanced surveillance networks - this scraggly patch of urban decay was one of those holes. Away from the cameras, heat sensors, and guards that monitored a majority of the state, she was on a mission to explore the "dark" areas on the map. What the Government didn't know was that when she was off the clock, she was working for a very different organization, and this dark area was the place that she needed to be in order to find what she was looking for. As she walked, she observe a sudden decrease in light as a lamp on the opposite side of the intersection went out. Squinting, she noticed that a slim figure was perched against the lamp post. Goosebumps prickled up her arms. She muted her steps, quickened her pace, and approached the lamp post with silent calmness. Walking up from behind the stranger, she saw that it was what appeared to be young girl. The darkness obscured any details, but given her experience she was betting that this person was exactly what she suspected. She then maneuvered quietly and came around the front of the girl to face her. "Good evening," her voice was smooth, professional, and well-practiced like a public radio host. She pulled a small, flat object out of her pocket and pressed a small button on it, which immediately illuminated the area with dim, soft light so that the girl could see her face. "I am Dr. Amelia Sadie. You may call me Dr. Sadie. Do you have a moment to discuss something that may be of interest to you?"