Slender, exquisitely dressed and cashed to the nines, if it weren't for the cold, calculating eyes behind the Kabuki mask, Mrs Johnson would make an excellent date. However, she is always coldly professional. Her preferred meeting place is the Picasso's, but she has been seen on occasion at other expensive restaurants.
Her security consists of two metahumans, a cybered troll who insists everyone except Mrs Johnson call him Sir, and a jovial but nervous little dwarf who goes by Legs.
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Subject: Mrs Johnson 
Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:56 pm
