[center][b][u][color=8FBC8F][h2]Jackie "Frost" Hara[/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center][hr] 

Frost's eyes dulled a bit as they got into the nitty gritty of the who, what, and where. Ultimately she was here as a triggerman/woman/troll, not a schemer. They didn't pay her the big bucks to connive and plan, they paid her to shoot things- not that she didn't plan on adding her own opinions to the mix. The job itself was appropriately vague: find a girl by whatever means they deemed necessary and bring her back- willing or not, the client didn't seem to care. If the girl was still alive, she'd have already spent her life without her family, Frost doubted she'd [i]want[/i] to go back, but well, they weren't being paid for their ethical concerns. Dirty business, dirty money, dirty work-the three core tenants of this lifestyle. 

Their resident mage-adept seemed to be the chattiest of the bunch- outside of maybe Nadya, and also seemed to have their emotions firmly fixed on their sleeves, expressing his vocal distrust of Whetstone- someone both Frost and Nadya had worked with before. A lack of trust didn't bode well for team cohesion, but it was to be expected with a seemingly grab bag team of runners, and at the very least it was out in the open. What she found more amusing was Tenno offering to protect their technomancer, CAPTCHA, and knowing how elves aged, had likely been in the business longer than the kid had been alive.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were teasing me." Frost shot back, a harsh scowl on her face. "Maybe you'll need the kid to watch your back after all." A faint grin cracked the otherwise imposing glower as the troll began to chuckle, letting go the facade. "You're better off watching your own back kid. Guarantee you she already figured out how to kill each of us before we even got on the plane. Whetstone too."

Leather seats crunched down as Frost took a seat next to Whetstone- relatively anyway, as to not get in his personal space- an admittedly difficult task for a troll that already took up a considerable amount of space. 

"Though, if it makes you feel any better, I trust ya, Whetstone." Frost remarked sarcastically, knowing that whether or not she trusted him probably mattered very little to the decker. "Sis and I still owe you for Barcelona, so maybe we'll square ourselves this go around."