Rivet was used to Johnson's being an ass.  It was part of the job, sadly.  But she was forced to deal with it.  On the more fortunate side, she wasn't the face for this team, although she sometimes wished she could speak her mind.  After all, she took a great deal of pride in her work, and her vehicles.  But she held her tongue and kept a straight face, and let the team's face do their job.

She wore her usual Urban Explorer's Jumpsuit, with a hooded jacket over it.  The rigger was nursing a beer while waiting for the Johnson, which she would've been happy to have a few more if the account could afford it.  Rivet was careful to leave her taco-truck apron back at the ride, and set the chameleon coating of said vehicle to something more neutral while disabling the advertising ARO's.  If the truck wasn't open for business, it wouldn't put on a showy display.  But it still had that noticeable food-truck look, regardless of how much Rivet tried to hide it when the shutters were down.  And riggered assumed that the fixer network described her team as 'the taco-truck runners'.

Rivet held back a sigh as her mind wandered, waiting for the face to take over...