The head-to-toe leather clothes themselves are well cared for but well-used in a 'favorite outfit' sense, but she's shaking his hand with brand new and self-modified gloves. The various jewelry is all pure surgical steel.
She nods. "Nice to meetcha, Mr. Gallio." The Germanic trace in the standard New Yorker accent is slight. "I'll definitely keep it in mind, but we'd better go ahead and get it said before our last names hang over our heads too long." She meets his eyes, and she's good at hiding the fear. "I don't need a god, and I don't need a leash. Just so you know."
Then, on to the next point.
"I didn't have any trouble finding the place; which is good. Location's pretty vital in business, after all."
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