"...Yeah, outside my apartment is fine. I'll meet you on the landing, just give me a bleep five minutes before you arrive." She gave Marsha the address, then went to take a shower. Jose teased her as she came out wearing nothing but two towels, she kicked the armchair over with him in it and proceded to towel off. Once she had picked out a little white number she hoped would go over well at a fancy cocktail party(short enough as to not prevent movement and tight enough to show off but still keeping it classy), applied makeup, jewelry and done every other little ritual the occasion demanded, she kissed Jose and once her comm-link bleeped, she went down to meet Marsha at the limo-shuttle.
The door opened and she stepped in, handbag in her lap. "Hey." She smiled at Marsha's surprised expression. No doubt she didn't look a thing like herself anymore. "...What, I'm not allowed to look nice for once? Don't worry, I didn't switch my brains off. All about strategic weapons y'know."