Owner	Pose
Jasmine	Jasmine had discovered that Vulcan's post upon one of the many forums she watches. A smile curls her lips as she begins to do her magic and delves into his computer rather easily. The firewall wasn't real a challenge at all since she was just searching through the unprotected files that weren't associated to the Encyclopedia Vulcanis. A smirk curls her lips as she does an IP trace and snoops around for some personal files. *Ding!* Information retrieved Miguel Devante in a hotel. She begins to close her laptop and slips it into a protective case before it goes into the black messenger bag. She some how arrives to said hotel and she knocks upon said hotel room door he is residing in at the moment. And when he answers the door he will see the over-sized dark purple hoodie is upon her and obscuring her face, black jeans on her legs and black boots on her feet. Superise!
Vulcan	Vulcan opens the door and blinks in suprise. He looks her up and down, still liking what curves he does see despite the baggy clothing. He tries to amke sense of it but hasnt put two and two together yet. "Hello?" He's trying to figure out who she is, though he has a suspicion.
Jasmine	Jasmine lifts her head up so only her lips are visible as she says "Mister Miguel Devante. I believe you are in need of someone like myself. At least according to the post I saw. Mind if I come in?" Her lips curling into a cheshire grin as she adjusts the strap of her messenger bag upon her shoulder.
Vulcan	Vulcan's eyes pop out of his head and here he thought he was being careful. He even bought a new chromebook and everything. Sighing he nods and lets her in, unsure what she has or hasnt learned. He isn't complainign THAT much.
Jasmine	Jasmine slips inside of the hotel room door and only when the door is closed and she is closer to the desk does she begins to make herself more comfortable. First her messenger bag is rested in the computer chair and then her hhands come up to lower the hoodie and unzip it to reveal the tight light blue t-shirt that reads 'Got Bytes?' in black lettering over the chest. When she sees his face, her smile grows a bit more while her cheeks softly flush. She comments "You photograph well Miguel. You can call me Data Doll. You were a bit vague in your post by the way, but I was curious since it was a new user name to me. What is it you are needing help with and what is the price?"
Vulcan	Vulcan looks at the bag, intruiged for some reason. Perhaps its the sheer reality of it, since for the last several days he has been interacting with mutants, angels, tigers and lions (oh my!)...not the lions part. He is pleased at what he sees until the covering and smiles, "I prefer Vulcan if we're using psuedonyms Data Doll, you'll get used to it when I'm wearing my stuff. I avoid first names unless all know em. But yeah, I'm a super hero. I need certain information tracked down and searches made on the internet.
Jasmine	Jasmine grins as he reveals that part and comments to him "I didn't wish to be rude and dig too much into your computer, only the data that I needed. I can do Vulcan. Since you prefer. And I should be able to do that for you, happen tpo have a list of what all it is you need?" Her steps leading her over to the bed and sitting on it, slipping out of her boots, and then drawing her legs up to sit Indian style.
Vulcan	Vulcan says, "Well..." he grins, "if we had met at the coffee shop that was my original plan, I would have it ready but I can gather it pretty quickly, give me a few minutes. Coffee in the meantime? The hotel came with a free coffee maker. It's great, I can't figure out how they afford to do that."
Jasmine	Jasmine nods once as she says "Coffee sounds lovely, is it one of those little flavored ones? I adore Vanilla and Caramel if they have it. With a lot of sugar if you not mind, of course." She leans back on her hands and curiously watches him with a soft smile.
Vulcan	Vulcan nods and makes some vanilla and caramel flavored coffee. He adds sugar though he has his straight black and egins spending time on his computer putting files together. "So how did you become a master hacker?
Jasmine	Jasmine shifts a bit on the bed and says "Just came naturally when I was young after my mother died. Been doing it for a long time. Just look much younger than I really am."
Vulcan	Vulcan looks at her on the bed and coughs a bit but keeps his thoughts mostly pure. He is almost done compiling, "A gentleman never asks a lady's age." 99? 40? 32? 19? 15? He has no idea once immortality might factor in. He smiles, "There you go, same email address?
Jasmine	Jasmine shakes her head no and slips off the bend, 'accidently' brushing again Vulcan's arm with her shoulder before she bends at her waist and begins to type in her email. A thumb stick is pulled out and put into his computer as she installs something for him commenting "This will help keep your computer safe from people like me by the way." Which is actually true and not something to keep spying on his computer, which she typically does the latter. The stick is removed and slipped back into her messenger bag somewhere. She looks over her shoulder to him and asks "So what is the time limit upon your info. What is the latest you need it by?