Kirkland looks at the woman sharing the elevator with him. Her name is Val 
Pandolfini. She’s Italian, but you’d never guess it just by looking at her. Her
hair is long and thick and a rusty shade of red-brown. Her face is almost dead-white, though 
touched by a pinkish hue high on her cheeks. Combined with her skin tone, the 
dark shadowing around her eyes and the black paint on her lips and nails make 
her look like a fragging vampire. The black bomber jacket doesn’t help. The
skin-tight, short black skirt helps some, but her bare, pasty-white legs and 
idiotic low-heeled ankle boots detract from what little the skirt struggles to 
add.