Byte must have zoned from her cravings, all she knew was a second ago it seemed she was alone in the booth waiting for the others to show up and then a second later she blinked and people were all crowding around the booth. Zoning wasn't good, she would have to get that under control. Giving her head a light shake and blinking rapidly as her cyber eyes took rapid pictures of those surrounding her and then her deck went to work autonomously finding their info on the matrix. Quickly her vision filled with tabs full of dossiers on each of them, their phone records, licenses and the ones who had a registered SIN she could read their real names. Not that it mattered but sometimes the leverage was nice, especially ones with day jobs that didn't want to risk their normal lives beyond the moonlighting excitement.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, her attention first went to the ginger with blue highlights. A human, so not bad,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">No Sienna, Cleo has a habit of contracting entire groups and seeing which of them survives the first run before she puts them on solo-runs. If she ever does, those are the gravy runs.</span>" She spoke quickly, not tersely as to set a bad first impression. If there was one thing Byte knew, it was first impressions last forever especially in Seattle. Always make the first time your best time.<br/><br/>To the others not yet sitting if there were any,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Come on then, nobody here is gonna bite. </span>" With her artificial arm, she would beckon them inward. All the while she was speaking, her eyes were displaying the dossiers one at a time and she went over every detail, reading each of them twice over to make sure nothing was missing. Two of them stuck out, both the ones flirting with one another. The mime-goth one and the porn star, both of their profiles just up and vanished as if they had never existed until a certain recent point in time. Some trouble with Lone-star? No, Lone Star wouldn't wipe their SIN. Maybe they paid off Lone Star to do it? If they did though, they wouldn't need to do starter runs like whatever Cleo had planned.<br/><br/>She would have to manually break in to these twos' history to find out more, apparently whatever past they had was buried behind bigger firewalls and ice than her auto-progs could handle.<br/><br/>Sighing audibly, she took a drink from her glass. The ice knocking against her teeth as she tilted her head back and finished her drink, holding her glass up and waggling it in the air slightly. The bartender from the far end of the club by some miracle saw this. This lot might not know it but this was the signal that everyone was here and to give Cleo the go-ahead to come in. A fixer like Cleo didn't wait for the runners, the runners waited on her after they were ready.<br/><br/>It would be a few before their fixer would arrive so Byte thought she'd get introductions out of the way, with her mechanical arm she points a finger as she speaks to them.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">You're Sienna, by the looks of you you're quite good with a gun. You're Meli or "Sable Minx", a porn vid star, you don't have much cyberware so I'm guessing you're a mage. You're Kizzie, from what I can tell you're a street sam' and a pretty decent one otherwise Cleo wouldn't have called you in. You must be Angel or "Widowmaker", so not that we've got introductions out of the way...</span>" Byte straightens herself up, jabbing herself in the chest with a thumb, "<span style="color: purple">I'm Byte, I'm your decker. Now just so you all understand...</span>"<br/><br/>Byte took a moment to mentally prepare what she was going to say, it was rather difficult when meeting new people especially ones that hadn't worked for Cleo, "<span style="color: purple">Cleo is gonna tell you three things and you don't want to give her a scrap of attitude for it or you'll never be seen again,</span>" She then began raising her organic fingers as she counted them off, "<span style="color: purple">One, never cross Cleo. Two, never ever cross Cleo. Three, pay your dues and don't fuck up and life working for her will be a dream come true.</span>"<br/><br/>Giving it some time to let that sink in, she leaned forward once more and steepled her mechanical and flesh fingers together occasionally tapping the tips against one another, "<span style="color: purple">We've got maybe a few minutes before she meets us here, any questions?</span>"<br/><br/>The bartender would come over with a bottle and fill Byte's drink, nodding to her in affirmation that indeed Cleo was on her way. Byte nodded back and picked up her drink, taking a sip as any questions or comments were directed at her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>