<strong>-- Desmond - 113 Plaza Street - Around Midnight --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Desmond casually glanced around the open space as he strode forward towards their would-be employer, taking especial note of the present Runners that he would no doubt soon be working with.  If he was to be perfectly honest, he wasn't much impressed by the other three.  Then again, appearances could be quite deceiving, and it wasn't as though he was nearly so experienced enough to make such a sweeping judgement call.<br/><br/>Amused, he wondered if the ork bodyguards would object to one of them carrying heavy ordinance.<strong>Coyote</strong>seemed to be carrying the biggest<em>guns</em>in the room, her shirt damn near bursting from the strain of containing them.<br/><br/>"I assume you're Mr. Johnson," Desmond said wryly, stopping a polite distance away from the elf in the suit.  "A pleasure.  Word is you have a job that requires a bit of a<em>delicate</em>touch."<br/><br/>[Etiquette Test] 6 Hits (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25026)