The booth itself was actually just a room with a single table, and multiple chairs, with a view screen in the backround.  It wasn't pretty, decorated, or  in any way comfortable looking.  It was simply... clean.  Klaxx remained standing, his cybernetic arms resting on the table, while his organic arms remained crossed over his chest.  He seemed to be looking over a computer terminal on his end, tapping a few keys, and grunting lightly sometimes at what he saw, or some difficulty.  As they entered, he looked at each one before turning his attention back to the moniter.  At the android, his eyes lingered, seemingly sizing him up.  "You there.  This is a dangerous mission."  He said simply, taking in the smaller, and seemingly not combat able android.  "If you can't explain your combat abilities, or what skills you can bring to this mission, i'd ask you to leave."<br/><br/>As for the others, the only ones who caught any other comment was Neymi, who simply got a grumbled 'Goz...' with some contention.  Granted, considering the two race's history, it was actually somewhat diplomatic that he had only mumbled it under his breath.  "When you come in, sit down.  I'd prefer to make this brief as possible, and have you shipped out even quicker than that."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>