Some people just have it. Crown is one of them. She's got grace, a look, it screams Corporate and class. It's almost enough to make her stand out, among a crowd of Runners in some Seattle dive. Her hair sleek and dark. No visible tattoos. Just a hint of artificial in her eyes, as they shift color to match her dress perfectly. That is, until she decides to look different. And suddenly, it's someone else entirely. Smiling across the table. A different smile, but somehow the same cocky smirk is under there.