It was her, then. Maria felt a small moment of satisfaction at meeting such an elusive character. The truth was, she'd been interested in Amane for some time -- in a world where her information brokering provided a clear picture of many who's-who's, stumbling across the trail of someone who left no record of their appearance was both startling and thrilling. Putting the pieces together had started as a mere business curiosity, wanting to make sure she wasn't missing anything or anyone in her considerations, but it had gradually become more of a... a hobby, honestly. It was like trying to solve a detective story. How "the invisible girl" she keep such a low profile while operating in a world where info was often more valuable than money, while studying at Beacon no less? Was Amane an ace hacker, or connected to one? In some sort of strange witness protection scheme turned freelance operation? Did her Semblance turn her literally invisible? There were easily a dozen or more questions Maria wanted to ask in that moment as she took and warmly shook Amane's offered hand... but none were appropriate to the moment, and most revealed far too much of her own interest to be suitable for business.
"A pleasure to meet you, Amane. My employer is a big fan of your work. According to her, you're quite the artist." Taking the seat opposite Amane, she put her ice cream down on the table and then placed a small, high-tech looking disc-shaped device down next to it. The tap of a button and a green light in the center lit up. "Ah, much better. This," She gestured to the contraption. "Is a privacy field generator. It acts a bit like noise cancelling, except that instead of nullifying sound it scrambles it according to pre-programmed algorithms. Anyone more than a few feet away will think I'm interviewing you in a vaguely Vacuan-sounding language, thus allowing us to discuss the matter at hand without risk of eavesdropping. Just act like it's an academic interview, please." She scooped up a spoonful of gelato, finding she quite enjoyed the taste. "I must say, you certainly know your frozen treats, Ms. Petrichor."
Reaching into her pocket, she produced several high-value Lien cards and placed them discreetly in reach of Amane. "This is thanks for meeting with me, especially on such short notice. The Lady of a Thousand Faces is a firm believer in establishing good rapport with everyone she does business with, so that's yours to keep regardless of whether or not you accept the job."
"Now, I'm sure you have questions." Maria brought another delicious spoonful to her lips, savoring it a moment before adding. "Feel free."