"Classified doesn't cut it," she noted firmly to the computer on her arm rest. "You want a breakdown of my skills and how I can help you here you need to be straight with me. Take your time."

"...processing..."

"Good good do that," she snorted, shifting her attention to the new arrival. That was not a wild cat in the least, though larger than standard (Norwegian Forest blood perhaps?), it was too well groomed to have emerged from an overgrown park. "And did you have any demands to offer while I'm listening?"