Alex leaned over the counter where the line of swivel stools faced the entrance to the kitchen. Her arms propped her torso up, shoulders slightly hunched, blue eyes cast down. She was staring down at her hands folded together on the counter deep in her thoughts. She figured the two men conversing in the booth at the far side of the room were her contacts but was waiting just a bit longer before she revealed herself. She knew, based on the invitation she was given in a phone call she received the day before, she was most likely not the only person who would be arriving and she was keen on seeing who else might arrive before she announced herself. She glanced to the side as the door opened, an older man entering and sitting very close to the entrance from where he arrived. The waitress then took her attention, placing a mug of hot coffee in front of Alex and informing her it came compliments of the men at the far booth. Alex's eyes locked down on her coffee as she realized this was it. Her slender fingers wrapped around the hot mug, taking in the much desired warmth. Tending to run cold she wore layers: tight dark jeans, black Nikes, a black zip up sweatshirt with a thermal and tank underneath. She kept the hood off of her head, her blonde hair messily tousled around, pieces dropping over her brow. As she gazed down at her coffee she exhaled softly. Her next move would determine a path in her life that would either finally get her caught, not one to normally work with groups or anyone besides herself and her contact, or she would be wildly successful and possibly rich. High risk, high reward, she reminded herself. In another moment the old man who entered got up and made his way towards the two other men at the far booth. Her eyes moved shortly from the trio back to the door as it opened up again, revealing another man, this one startlingly tall and large. She resisted from lingering her gaze too long though, keeping him in her peripheral. She turned her head again as he passed her joining the other men, boldly sitting down and joining conversation. Finally, she made her decision, and straightened up, pulling her hands away from the warm mug and leaving it sitting untouched on the counter. Alex turned and began walking towards the men slowly but with her usual confidence, her steel blue eyes trained on Lucas as she neared.

Standing now in front of the four of them Alex placed her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt and tilted her weight to one side. "Hello" she said in an almost monotone voice. "Alex" she said simply, assuming they would be taking role call if they didn't know her already. An old informant had given her new contact her information so she could be sure they had a profile on her of some sort. If for some reason she had the wrong group, if they turned out to be an odd bunch of buddies looking to buy a drink for a girl, she would simply walk away; she doubted coffee was the new way to get in to a girls pants though.

Her eyes stayed on Lucas, casually glancing to Christian, not even bothering to look to or acknowledge either Tim or Stevens.