Julia was definitely used to running weird erands, meeting strange people both from both ends of the social spectrum, from slimy crooks who did some of the IMG's dirty work, to the similarly slimy businessmen, but a visit to the Lane Hacker base to meet a person who she thinks is one of the top tier in the Hackers... no... that was not something she had done before. Also working as an 'agent' for Mr. Henderson and carrying data and topics to be addressed made her feel slightly uncomfortable. It did not help that she took 4 different shuttles to mask the route before she touched down at the defined meeting point.
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Walking into the bar, she looks around to get a feeling of the terrain that she stepped into. Dancers, music, a somewhat dark atmosphere, but likely not bad for what she came here for. "I am with Mr. Weisen." she tells one of the servants at the entrace and after a few more moments Julia is approaching the table where Mr. Weisen is watching Ontario space.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she addresses him, even though she knows that he likely couldn't miss her approaching. The clack-clack sound of the stilettos is hard to overhear, and she smiles when he turns around: "... my security crew flew me around a little, making sure we had no tail... it's indeed beautiful."
She is wearing a black evening dress, a playful translucent design around the shoulders and arms, not too modern, not too classic, not too overdone. She would sit opposite to him, skipping the introductions for obvious reasons. "Before I forget, Mr. Henderson sends his regards." and she puts the handbag next to her, patting it, signalling that the 'regards' were linked to the handbag or its content.
