The red-head, who had introduced herself merely as Rogue, made her way to the sofa and sat down crossing her long legs. She could not help but smile as Aiber frantically looked between her and L. "L, maybe you should brief your body guards before you ask them to protect you", she quipped as she helped herself to some tea that Watari had laid out on the coffee table. Aiber lowered his gun, but still remained tense as he made his way to the sofa and seated himself opposite to the girl. Now, that he was sitting, he noticed, there were actually three ornate ceramic cups that had been left on the table. "This is Rogue, she will be assisting us with the investigation", L said as he made his way to his chair, the one he had risen from a few minutes ago. There had been an unspoken agreement among any one who had entered this room to leave aside the central chair as 'L's' chair. "Nice to meet you, Aiber", Rogue said a genuine smile grazing her thin lips, "Hello, Rogue", he didn't bother asking how she knew his name, if she had been enlisted to help L, then she was probably resourceful enough to research about L's usual helpers. "Thierry Morrello , age 27 , birth place France, con-man extraordinaire, suspected for burglary in three states and currently single", she said her emerald eyes sparkling over the tea cup. Aiber was startled, knowing his Alias was one thing, but to know his real name and his history was another. "Impressive", he said as he regained his usual composure. She nodded acknowledging his compliment, as she continued to study him and him her. L observed the two silently as they weighed each other.
"You seem to know everything about me, but I don't know anything about you, so what is it that you do, ", Aiber asked smoothly, turning on his charm. Rogue raised a thin eyebrow at this sudden change but did not comment, "I am a computer technician", she stated. Aiber frowned as he took in her cryptic reply. Surely this girl had to be more than just a computer technician to be trusted by L. L chuckled as he explained, "Rogue is an experienced hacker who works part time for the CIA" . Aiber looked at her with newly found respect, "Aren't you a little too young to be in the CIA?" he asked. "On the contrary, most of the Hackers employed by the secret services fall in the age group of 20-25. After all, most hackers start young and reach their prime in their 20s". "How did you acquire these, erm.. skills ?". She smiled at the question she was used to being asked. It was almost always the one to follow, 'what do you do for a living?'. She grinned as she told him her standard answer - "A bit of I.Q, long hours on the internet and loads of icecream", 'Another genius with a sweet tooth', Aiber mused as he observed her.
She was pretty, not gorgeous but alluring none the less, high cheek bones, sharp chin and inquisitive eyes that gave her an air of intelligence and sophistication. Her crimson hair framed her face perfectly and fell in waves a little below her shoulders. It was difficult to make out how exactly how old she was, but he guessed that she was somewhere between 18-22. She was dressed in casual attire, a T-shirt and a pair of jeans to be precise, and her attitude and ease exuded confidence in her every move. 'A very interesting woman indeed', Aiber concluded. His stomach rumbled slightly signalling that it was dinner time. He got up and prepared to head towards the kitchen, to fix himself a snack, but not before he could solve one mystery...
"Just for the record, how old are you?" , he asked as he reached the kitchen door. "I am twenty, but that doesn't mean that I am available", she said casually, catching his line of thought . She took out a laptop and started working on it, ignoring everyone around her. "Oh, that is immaterial " , Aiber said softly as he went to make himself a sandwich. L had watched the entire thing with silent, detached curiosity. 'Things are going to get very interesting around here', he said chuckling as he helped himself to another piece of cake.