Re: IC: Kurth & Sons Shipyard (Alsace) 350-5741
Danica had arrived at the yards with a huge (and by most sane people's standards, an incredibly unhealthy) tankard full of very black coffee. The others were well aware that in the past, Danica had always insisted that she only drank decaf, and in many other ways was a 'health' nut. She fastidiously watched her diet, counted calories and worked out. Danica meditated regularly and practiced a number of different styles of yoga. She claimed that all of this healthy living kept her body clean of toxins and allowed her to focus. And Danica had the goods, it seemed - very quick reflexes (and in some situations that the others had seen - almost inhuman), and a keen intellect; so, it was difficult to argue with the results. Well, that and the others knew that she was a crack shot with a laser rifle - having been able to manage the equivalent of headshots (at least they hoped they were just equivalents and not the real thing) over three kilometers distant in adverse conditions (weather and otherwise). Something about those facts made questioning her fairly quirky physical regimen a little less attractive.
Dani also looked a little different than the others remembered. Her hair was darker and the lines on her cheekbones a bit more pronounced. Her build was the same, and her voice had not changed, but she now sported a couple of new tattooes on her neck and the base of her skull. All of them were obvious attempts to subtly alter her appearance, which the others knew to be too familiar in certain crime circles after she had successfully eliminated the head of the Pasternak family - destroying his personal yacht in the process.
Still it was the same Danica, the familiar earbud of her p-comm was in her left ear. And she wore a set of dark blue spacers coveralls - which despite being new, Danica looked very comfortable in. As always, the high neck was completely zipped and buttoned, while the suit's sleeve cuffs were tightly fastened around her wrists. However, her left forearm sported a new piece of hardware - a dataglove which had a number of dancing displays and alerts that glowed lightly, especially in the cloudy light of the overcast shipyards. And Danica still wore her mirrorshades (even if the brand and style had changed), despite the fact the sun was nowhere to be seen.
And if there was any doubt this was Danica Moreau, she had politely, but insistently, refused to remove those mirrorshades when entering the yard and merely wore the larger safety glasses over her own blackened lenses. She followed the protocols with respect to the hard hats, though. Danica shook the foreman's hand rather perfunctorily, noting quietly with a nod, "Mr. Rupert. She's a beauty." Her grip was not particularly strong nor forceful. Generally, Danica kept to Hayden's right, often glancing about - keeping a watchful eye out for anything that she might think was out of the ordinary. You could take the bodyguard out their element, but couldn't take the bodyguard out of the person. And Hayden seemed to have things well in hand. He was taking the lead, as was his want and his training. And he was testing the foreman with his questions, that much was apparent to Danica. So, she could stick to just observing, being allowed to concentrate on other things.
Apparently, though, she was listening to the conversation as well - since when Rupert intimated that Gypsy Moth was previously defaulted on, Danica's head tilted slightly and glanced at the stout foreman for a moment. She waited for Hayden's conversation with the foreman to die down a bit, before she ventured, "It's hard to believe that someone could default on this pretty lady, Mr. Rupert." she noted off-hand while admiring the Moth's lines and shape. "I mean, who would do such a thing?" Danica prompted innocently, making idle conversation as they made their way into the interior of the ship proper.