Dani Britton is a data analyst at Rasmund Security.
She is not a spy. Doesn't want to be one. Would look at you strangely if you suggested it.
She was a Paint, the term used for her and the coworkers like her who were called that because of "their ability to cover every inch of a scene without being noticed, blending into the background". She was not a Face, those in the corporate security firm known as Rasmund. Faces went into the firms being studied and mingled with the employees, becoming one of them to learn all they can. Faces were noticed. She did not want to be noticed.
The Rasmund for which these 'Paints' and 'Faces' work is "a private security firm specializing in corporate espionage, extortion, and threat assessment. Many of Rasmund's clients could be recognized by their well-known NASDAQ codes; the rest operated at a much lower profile and a much higher profit margin. Rasmund didn't advertise in trade magazines. The people who needed their unique services operated within an information network that needed and desired no publicity."
Britton is a short, five-foot black haired young woman with a nervous habit of wrapping tufts of her short hair in rubber bands while she works or ponders and then has to spend time getting them out again. She will absently doodle on her wrists as she ponders facts and figures and clues and such, making it look like she had very badly done tattoos. She likes being a Paint. If she had her way she would continue being a Paint for many years to come because it fits her personality and it lets her be close to fellow Paint, 'Choo-Choo' Charbaneaux, on whom she has an unspoken crush. Being a Paint suited her.
Unfortunately, people like highly trained and experienced assassin, Tom Booker, are out there in the world and they will say otherwise to her desire to maintain the status-quo. Booker will play a major role in Britton's life and mostly not for the better.