Dani Britton is a data analyst.
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, a firm dealing in corporate espionage and threat assessment. 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.
Britton was a short, five-foot black haired young woman with a nervous habit of wrapping tufts of her short hair in rubber bands while she worked or thought and then had to spend time getting them out again. She would absently doodle on her wrists as she pondered facts and figures and clues and such, making it look like she had very badly done tattoos. She liked being a Paint.
More on this fun two-book series when I finish it.