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Gotham Events Center, Thursday
Legs, piercing
"This way, Dinah! Over here, tilt your head to the light!"

Dinah had been shivering in the short tunic and boots, until they had her under the lights. Now? She was sweating. And still scanning the crowd, trying to model like she had been all week, and survey the passersby for potential saboteurs at the same time. Not the easiest thing ever.

"Now a few more, sweetheart. That's great!"

She would make a rotten spy. Multi-tasking, bah.

[expecting a few people, but open to phone calls too.]