[ Wow, ever heard of personal space, Hanna... But no, actually it's fine, he instinctively leans in a bit closer to give her a better view. The screen transitions into a portrait of an unoffensive looking man with a stocky face and severe nose.

Nothing exciting at a glance, because honestly, her priorities are probably on-target: it's not the man who's important. It's the intel. Lancer clicks aimlessly through some more information he's drummed up—frequent haunts, recent surveillance photos, possibly weapons, blah blah. ]

We may have to deal with [ 'deal with,' aka punch out ] a couplea buyers, but the target himself doesn't look too scary.

[ One more screen-tap before he pauses. ]

—Actually, it's all pretty pedestrian. Kinda surprised it caught your interest.