Enoshi nods, gets in. The elf follows on his heels. The limousine is swinging 
away from the curb and moving off even as Enoshi settles into the rear-facing 
seat. The elf sits at his left. Facing him across the center console, fully 
equipped with portacom/stereo/wetbar and possibly a satellite uplink, is the 
woman known as Sarabande. She is kuromaku, a fixer, one who arranges 
matters from behind the scenes. She appears to be pure human, European, Spanish, 
or possibly Italian—Enoshi is not sure which. Her black hair is drawn back sleek
and flat from her face and brow. Dark, visor-style shades conceal her eyes, but 
clearly visible is the black wire-lead of a data-jack descending from her right 
temple. She wears a black jacket adorned with swirls of gold over a 
tight-fitting black blouse and matching slacks. Her low-heeled black boots shine 
like mirrors.