[color=8dc73f][b]Eva Fosfograv Vasilev[/b][/color] [hr]

The complaints of those thugs simply bounced off uncaring ears. She could perhaps, take down three of them before they could even blink, and the rest during their inevitably panicked scramble for their weapons. They were simply too close to her to leverage their numbers against her. Well, that or they gun her down without bothering to check clear their line of fire from friendlies. High risk, high rewards and all that. Though there would be no rewards if she did fight those thugs.

Once inside the theatre she took note of the tall man, Fake ID, smoking as more of them trickled in. From the looks of it, there were a few more of them having a not so civil conversation before Fake won the argument, as evidenced by the bodies around. It was none of her business what he did however. As long as she gets paid, he can sculpt himself to be a pink fuzzy bear wearing a tutu if he wants and she wouldn't bat an eye. As it was, he looked rather... well, rather fitting for the man who brought her here. Not exactly a man she'd trust fully, but one she's listen to nonetheless.

Seeing as he did say it was a meet and greet, perhaps she should introduce herself to the rest here.

[color=8dc73f]"Eve."[/color]

Just one word, a nod and a raised hand. There wasn't anything else that needed to be said. Her hardware was enough to speak for herself. She was proficient at busting heads first, and netrunning second, but she was loathe to speak that out loud. It made it feel fake, untrue. As if she was blowing up herself out of proportions. Thus Eva stilled her mouth and waited for the rest to speak, as she sat down on one of the stairs following Fake ID's lead.