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Looking up to the acid rain under her umbrella, Patrizia frowns slightly. She then reasserts.

"Do not worry about that."

She turns her head back to the suit, a pleasant smile and casual tone:

"So let me summarize. We are to identify, track and eliminate their leadership. Additionally, keep them from appearing to high profile trials. We should work indepedently, contact to you before finishing is impossible, but you will contact us and possibly supply equipment that may become necessary according to the findings of your future investigations. Basically, we are on our own. We should not try to raise any more interest to this cause than absolutely necessary and thus use the least possible force.

Upon succesful completion - destruction of the leadership, especially Snowfox which we should confirm with a cell photo - we are to receive a payment of 50 000 Eurodollars each."

She looks over the team, then flashes a friendly smile:

"One more thing. Does Trauma Team or a similiar organization operate here, and if yes, are there special means required to obtain contracts? I would like to know the safety and medical assistance of my associates ensured in case something may go awry."

Sylvaine, sunken into the chair that it more resembles lying around, brings up her head in an acrobatic effort just far enough to catch a glimpse of dresses and robes on the screen.

"Bien sûr, I trust you know zhe way about?"

Patrizia relaxedly awaits the arrival of the entourage, inclining her head slightly in greeting. Her mild accent, somehow spicing up her speech in a most aromatic manner - one could say, like the oregano in the pasta sauce - , is a little more apparent now.

"It is not what I had expected either."

She then lets him finish his monologue, waiting for the team to pose any questions, then asking:

"You mentioned several trials, signore? That means you would happen to know the names and probably whereabouts of those people that police are going to bring to these? It would be most beneficial if we could get some more places to start apart from the fact that their leader is called Snowfox."

She takes the case, handing it to Les to stow it into the van, commenting the reception with a provocatively rolled, tickling: "Grazie."

Better the umbrella than hair or hood. Seemingly not noticing Aubrey's findings, Patrizia continues to spin her umbrella, taking a sidewise glance towards the direction, although there's plenty of reasons for people to be around a warehouse working.

Meanwhile, she recalls how this meeting is supposed to happen again?

She chuckles and nods, having gotten a look at his armament.

"Molto bene. Apparently, it may be needed."

After Garth and Aubrey have checked around a bit, she gets out and opens up her umbrella, as said. Spinning it ever so gently while she looks about pondering.

"Signore Lester, I do not suppose we should not let our things lie around in your van?"

Having nothing to do for now, Sylvaine takes another attempt at trying to sit in a foam armchair, struggling more or less merrily with it. She asks over to Hector:

"Did you find anyzhing?"

As they drive by, Patrizia just slightly tilts her head towards the gun-toting savages, that do give her the impression of a band of gallic warmen that just came down the alps trying to burn Rome. She asks Lester:

"You have been here longer than us, signore Lester, do you happen to know anything about this... civil disorder?"

As they arrive at that hangar, she waits a moment before disembarking, fiddling with her stola, just long enough to give someone the time to open her door, and getting out on her own should the oppurtunity slip by unuses. Outside, she opens up her umbrella again, casually putting it over her shoulder, looking around with a little hint of dissatisfaction.

Trying not to appear too chic with these protestors about, Patrizia gradually heads past them, there's others to do such jobs. She nods a thank to Les as he stows her bag, and gives him another slight nod of approval indicating she's okay with him driving (for now). After giving Jin-Jin more of a pretended than real hand boarding, she naturally gets into the passenger seat next to the driver, unless the girl wants to see the road from there, where she'd play along.

"We should go to the meeting first, appearing late on the first appointment never leaves a good impression."

OOC: Eraser / Comp, you have a plan of the Condo should we use it?

Sylvaine thinks aloud:

"Mhm, per-aps one of zhese nice robes avec corset and tent, zhat take up so much space..."

"Patrizia Montserone, signore Holt. I think we can stop by that Condo to drop of luggage as needed. But I am confident our employers will supply us with appropriate rooming for this task."

She gives him her bag as offered, taking an umbrella - black and white, quite elegant - out. The bag seems to weigh half a ton - or at least that's the first impression.

"Grazie." is the rewarding word Lester gets for these services, together with a curt nod. She continues to head along with the bunch, opening the umbrella with the hands, spinning it slightly - not fast enough to sprinkle people walking close to her. If the oppurtunity arises, she'll see if Jin-Jin wants to make good on the offer of a hot chocolate or ice-cream, but she won't be extraordinarily sorry if the girl doesn't.

Patrizia takes the call with the left hand, answering:

"Clear enough." With an amused chuckle: "Our vanguard is already heading to you."

She puts the cell away again, steering Jin-Jin gently over.

Continuing down the shoulders in a delicate and very relieving manner, Sylvaine for now continues the massage - routine. She thinks aloud:

"Mais bien sûr... I could go as Catherine de Medici... do I look evil enough?"

With the arm gently placed around Jin-Jin's shoulder, Patrizia walks beside her, waiting for an answer what good she can do for the girl. She then quietly whispers to her in a tone that should typically invoke a youngsters curiosity:

"See that sign? That might be the person to fetch us. We will be contacted via telefono if it really is our link."

Patrizia eyes the girl with a raises brow from behind her, letting her go off in her ranting for a while. Shen then increases pace to catch up with her, putting a hand gently on her shoulders.

"Calma, ragazza. Noone made a clown out of you. Blame me for telling you to provide a list. I had no idea you would just go ahead and speak it aloud openly in the middle of the plane. We had to act like it was some sort of joking."

She sounds quite cool, but nevertheless earnest and slightly comforting.

"Let me buy you an ice-cream. Or a hot chocolate."

Just as if suggesting a deal to a negotiation's partner.

Patrizia pulls out her bag again, then gets up. She smooths the front of her robes a bit, and although it didn't seem necessary, they do look better than before. Additionally, unintended or not, it does make one realize again that one wouldn't have to worry about getting cold, not even out in the tundra, again, should one manage to pick up on the young woman.

She picks up the bag, telling to the pilot in response to his joke:

"I heard it was more funny than the one about the cheeky pilot."

"Really? Martial arts, ragazza? Very nice."

Once again, she seems to mean it, and gives the girl an approving nod and smile. She then furrows her brows slightly looking at Garth, contemplating how a pilot would be useful for the mission ahead.

She then gives a friendly reminder to both:

"Do not forget your homework."

, probably referring to the list of needed equipment she requested.

Patrizia gives a polite chuckle along, that doesn't even seem fake.

"I do not doubt that ragazza, yet apparently that was not why you have been picked for this mission, no?"

She looks at her a moment, but then demonstratively turns her head to Garth.

"How about you, signore Garth?"

She gives just a little tell-tale glance to Jin-Jin.

Assuming now there's no objection from the girl, Sylvaine continues the massage for now, nodding to Hector:

"C'est vrai, I'd probably ave ad my ead bitten off by cette idiote... are zhere many of such robots around zhese parts? Zhat can give one zhe creeps, sacre bleu..."

The massage meanwhile seems to just get better and better as Sylvaines delicate fingers find where to work, even through the clothes, and Corrie probably relaxes more. Showing no intent at stopping just yet (probably professional routine), Sylvaine explains:

"But back to zhe costumes... as I said, I ave some dresses japonais that vould work, I zhink... getting a real robe bath maintenant might be a little difficult."

Patrizia rewards the heightened attention of the guard with a courteous nod, while she passes her luggage along and proceeds. She ignores the LED-eye with chill business calm, and wraps her headscarf closer against the rain. In the plane, she accepts a drink (gin tonic, if there is), and sits into a seat. Somehow she doesn't seem to have ruffled up her garment at all, and there's a good probability they'll look exactly the same when they emerge again. Sipping on the drink, Patrizia notes the absence of any wish to communicate from Aubrey, and instead addresses Jin-Jin and Garth in a quiet business tone:

"So, Jin-Jin, signore Garth. I would like to ask you a bit about your experience and talents."

She pauses a moment as to let that sink, taking a sip, and so also taking any would-be perceived sting out of it. She then proceeds:

"Additionally, I would very much like that you provide me with a list of critical equipment that you think crucial for the mission ahead. It would be very good if I had that before we meet our employers. I am aware of the fact that finer points may change according to what will be presented to us at the meeting, but I am sure there are several basics you have need of.

If signore Aubrey awakes, he can do the same."

She continues to sip on her drink, looking out of a plane's window. She then turns back to the two again:

"I suppose I should start so there will be no shyness?"

She gives a brief smile, that while not appearing chummy, has quite an effect in putting at ease.

"As I take it we will have to introduce each other more completely later, I will just refer to my questions. I mainly organize and see that relations between employers and teams remain in an orderly fashion benefitting both sides, and am also quite capable of dealing with human contacts and ressources."

She seems completely laid back and relaxed, putting one leg over the other (much to the male population's dismay, her dress doesn't show anthing that way, but there are plenty of other things to look at anyway), and gives a just slight smile encouraging the others to speak. Now, her demeanour is apparently quite odd - must be the euro background - but something about it happens to be quite likable and suggests a certain professionalism.

"Calma, ragazza. We might as well go all together - if everyone is finished."

She gets up, picking up her bag, and gives a smile to the men:

"Would one of you be so nice as to give me a hand with this?"

Not seeing a move of three people over to a new table just yet, Sylvaine nevertheless turns and nods to the man. She also offers him a hand (when whoever moves), saying:

"Pleased to meet you signore Aubrey. Signorina Montserone."