Aria wasn't an insomniac, she just didn't like sleep. It also wasn't that she never slept in the entirety of her life, in fact, when she did feel like sleeping she embraced it willingly. She'd wake up feeling fresh and awake - but it wasn't like she felt like that without sleeping anyway. She had originally waited on a banking firm's website for any corporate assholes trying to sign in so that she could nab their passwords and "accidentally" withdraw all of their savings to her address. But as she sat on the end of her bed in complete darkness aside from the bright laptop screen she was huddled around as if it was the only campfire in Antarctica, she was notified by Robert that he was going to make a move on Carl Flanagan. Aria had kept tabs on Mr Flanagan, he never put his phone down normally. Flanagan sure enjoyed to multitask at the wheel, sometimes he'd smoke, sometimes he'd intoxicate himself, and sometimes he was ringing girls that were half of his age asking them if they wanted a "slice of Flanagan". She knew all of this, because she heard it. Aria didn't bother informing Robert of Flanagan's activities whilst driving, it wasn't appropriate and she sometimes did enjoy keeping her information a secret. However, she did tell Robert the route that Flanagan was assumed to be taking - and she gave him a rough idea of where would be the best spot to intervene his "leisurely drive". She made sure to keep the lights dimmed on that road so no one could see (not like the neighborhood in that area of town really cared). Then she left him to it, normally she'd talk it through with them via an earpiece but she knew this wasn't going to be a hard robbery. Flanagan could only ever be described as an absolute buffoon.

Aria always had quite an early shift in the diner, because then it made it easier for her to hide the fact that she was associating herself with the "normal" and the "abnormal" like her father called them. The morning's were usually empty, not that it was a problem. It gave Aria time to sit back and pretend she wasn't working with a group of people who steal more than millions from corporations every month. Her will to pretense didn't mean that she didn't enjoy being part of the Merry Men, she just needed to ensure she felt that way. Marian Anderson came to the diner usually every morning for breakfast, there wasn't an exact time but Aria knew exactly what Marian would like and already had the cooks prepare it. As Aria settled herself down into one of the booths in the corner of the restaurant, the door let out a trademark squeak - which you could only ever hear in the mornings, the rest of the day it was too loud - that signified Marian's arrival.
"[B]Morning![/b]" echoed through the diner and Aria hopped up to her feet. 

She was dressed in a red and white sleeveless sleeveless top and a black skirt that hung just above the knees. She was surprised that Marian had never questioned the fact that Aria worked in a diner that her father nor mother would be satisfied with, but maybe Marian just kept it to herself. Marian's father had met Aria's family numerous times, that was one of the main reasons that they met after private school. 
"[b]You're uh, food's already being cooked, Marian! How was your evening?[/b]" She called out into the diner as she hastily made her way towards the kitchen, she didn't bother trying to figure which booth Marian was in because 1. she already knew and 2. she was the only one here. She pushed through into the kitchen and still listened intently for Marian's reply as she received the meal that Marian always wanted from the two quite vertically challenged cooks. Aria worked fast and was already by Marian's side with the plate and a drink of water in hand. 
"[b]Voila. Your meal has arrived, madame.[/b]" She set the food and drink in front of Marian and joined her in the booth, sitting across from her.