The elf caught the rectangle effortlessly, cupping it in his palm and turning it over for inspection. The digipix showed two views of a woman, front and right profile. Her classic Mediterranean features appeared hawkish and intent, muddy brown eyes narrowed almost in a semblance of distaste. Her face, angular and sharp, offered no hope of openness or intimacy. Short-cropped peroxide blond hair tinted with dark gray undertones lay over her skull like a duck’s down. Silver glinted from her features, from the datajack in her left temple to the stylized zipper piercing her left eyebrow and the three small silver hoops piercing her right nostril. Her long and slender neck hinted at a slight build and a racing metabolism. "Who is she?" Luppas asked.