"Hey.." Hikari complained in tone more than her words, smirking faintly and shaking her head at the fondling she received, laughing. "You sure like to surprise me when I am holding a hot pot of melting butter huh?" Her tone was a little warning but she wasn't the sort to throw it even at a burglar though. Smiling warmly she nod her head though, looking at Fang calmly. "Sure, but please dress up first." Her tone one of trying to be a mature friend to her roommate and lover, smirking though as she watched Fang vanish off to her room.<br/><br/>There was a short moment before a reply pinged back once Fang had finished replying to Michelle. It took longer than it usually took for Michelle to respond, but within reasonable limits. She sometimes took a little more time when she was busy, but usually reaching her was harder in the evenings not mornings. Nonetheless, the second text message scrolled out on the Comm soon enough.<br/><br/><em>Thank you for the quick reply. No problem on the looking out part, but here's what I got. The meet is at Ork Underground, downtown, at <span class="bbc_u">Big Rhino</span>. The client goes by simple Mr. Johnson but I'm still looking if I can get a real name. No luck so far. He needs a mage though, and is paying for just a meet already, which is the only reason I am forwarding this. The guy smells shady, he looks corporate but he's practically SINless. I can't track down anything of the guy, the commcodes I got are to a pre-paid account. Use and lose, you know the biz.<br/><br/>The meet's at 1 in the afternoon, so you got 4 hours to get yourself in gear, I just needed a reply before noon or I'd put this on to another fellow I know, but I'd much rather it be you getting this 1,000 nuyen he's waving out than some punk that might take it and then waltz out of there without even hearing him finish his talking. If he's out of his mind, I don't expect you to stay, but I hope you'll at least listen, for my reputation's sake too. <br/><br/>The guy's an ork, nearing his fourties, and he's going to not stick out at the place that much. I attached a picture to identify the fellow with. -Michelle</em><br/><br/>Attached was indeed a picture, showing a balding ork man with wrinkled face, a red eye in the right socket that looked like early cybernetics, and sharpened short tusks in his jaw. He also had a sturdy build, covered in the picture by a finely tailored suit. No tattoos or gang-signs of any sort on the man. No fingers missing, not a yakuza down on his luck.