Everyone at Aegis was looking for a Gancanagh. The details of this were above her paygrade, but it was one more reminder to add to the pile of why a young woman shouldn't be sitting alone in a park, even in the middle of the afternoon with people all around. There was always something to be afraid of though, and this particular threat really was just the last in along line of warnings and ghost stories. A bagel sat on a napkin beside her, half-eaten, along with an untouched bottle of water.
She had come in early to get ahead on some work, and the look of her spoke to that. She certainly wasn't here to jog in those heels. Black skirt, white blouse, simple and elegant. The attire was feminine, the sharp professionalism softened by the hair she wore long. Every inch of it was bent on making that first impression which said exactly who and what she was. Mercedes was here to win, no matter the game.
Just now, though, she wasn't winning and her lunch break was half over. She held an earring in her hand; a small, silver teardrop. Over and over, she turned it, watching it intently as the sun glinted off the metal. When she stopped, she hesitated for a moment as if she were bracing herself, jaw set, before pressing the pinpoint into her thumb. When she pulled it free, she shut her eyes for a moment, then opened them to look at the droplet of blood forming.
"Take five-hundred and sixty-eight... Here we go..." She murmured it, determinedly upbeat, but with a definite sardonic undertone.