The barista's expression changed when Mika got his attention, first dreamily ogling probably the best-looking customer he would have all day, then turning to terror when she opened her mouth and he got a blast of dark aura and unnatural fangs. Even when frightened, his involuntary step back was slow, as though he was moving underwater. "That'll be ten nuyen. Sweetener's self-serve," he gestured to the condiments bar and turned around to get the expresso machine going and steam the soy milk, taking his sweet time going about it.<br/><br/>Eventually though, the soylatte was obtained, and Mika was at the condiments bar - a free-standing counter in the middle of the cafe sporting racks of cheap artificial sweeteners and synthetic flavorings - when the door opened again and two more customers entered: a bald human male and a stocky dwarf female, both of them with a thuggish air about them, sporting scars on their faces, tattoos on their arms, and pistols tucked into the waistbands of their pants. Their attention was focused entirely on the barista, whose human face drained of all color the moment he saw them enter.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception + Intuition (mental) (3)<br/>Three hits or more:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mika noticed the barista's hand stray underneath the counter, almost as if he was hitting a panic button...<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, Mika saw the studying ork decide that now was an opportune time to visit the restroom. He was sitting close to it and his escape went unnoticed. No such luck existed for Mika, though. At least she could duck behind the condiments bar if she wanted to hide or take cover, but going anywhere would bring her out into the open in the middle of the shop...<br/><br/>"Time to pay up, Billy," the bald man threatened.<br/><br/>"I- I'm getting the money together," the barrista stammered, "give me one more week... one more week please... "<br/><br/>The dwarf woman interrupted him with an unpleasant smile. "Ya wanna know what da boss said? 'If Billy don't pay up, then off to da leggers he goes. Either way, I want ma nuyen back today.' So what'll it be, omae? Ya gonna cough up da cred, or we gotta find an organlegger to cut it outta ya?"<br/><br/>At that, poor Billy positively froze up with fear.