This lady is a rock star.Hanna was recommended to me by another realtor, one of whom several different friends had spoken highly, but who had a conflicting commitment. Initially, I was sorry to have missed working with that first recommendation, but I cannot now imagine having gotten a better realtor. As a first-time homebuyer, I found the process to be terrifying, and can't imagine having navigated it without a smart, ethical, highly competent, and occasionally-tactically-ferocious agent.From the start, she actually listened to me, and understood what I wanted, and where I was and was not willing to compromise. When I fell in love with a run-down 1906 cottage - after having declared, very positively, 'No fixer-uppers' (famous last words) - and I asked her for her assessment of whether this house might be do-able, with some work, she gave an intelligent eyeball assessment of the variety of problems I might be taking on (foundation, electric, etc.), right on the spot, and then later found a home inspector (Brian Cogley) who did a phenomenal job, so that I knew what I was letting myself in for.When it turned out that the seller (who was in Beijing for most of the transaction) regarded negotiating as an intolerable imposition, and that the seller's agent wasn't familiar with the East Bay market, Hanna essentially took over all the heavy lifting in the deal. After delaying her decision for a month, the seller turned down my first bid. I was mopey, but reasonable, and told Hanna that I was still interested, but that it didn't make sense to invest any more time in this house. Nonetheless, she kept in touch with the seller's agent, such that we were Right There when the first bidder bailed.After this, Hanna kept on top of an absolutely insane process, getting contractor bids to confirm that I was going to be able to afford the minimum necessary repairs, navigating an appraiser who decided, in the middle of the appraisal, that they wanted the gas turned on, and, when World's Most Difficult Seller turned out to have, oh, possibly not depicted the exact status of the sewer lateral with optimal accuracy - and the clause obligating her to do so was among the verbiage we jettisoned, in hopes of getting her to sign the second bid - Hanna somehow got *this* seller to make a substantial credit towards closing costs for same.(And, at no time in the long slog from 'It'll be a miracle if this works out', to 'When do you want the keys?', did Hanna ever utter a peep that the most paranoid client could have interpreted as, 'Are you sure you couldn't be just as happy with a place with a higher list price and a seller who isn't nuts?')I now have the keys, for a run-down Edwardian that I'm crazy about, and it would not have happened without her. Hanna's the best.