"For me not being a teacher you sure ask me a lot of questions." she teased, and reached under the seat to pull out an SMG, a high tech P93 Praeter that the UN Security Forces use "But yeah, definitely go in, see if you can overhear anything, and I doubt he'll recognize you; your tits in my face like that?  Straight men tend to look where the 'goods' are.  Don't ask for a shipment or anything though, unless you know the numbers by heart... go in and ask for a job, but only if someone asks you or if he leaves and it's your turn to talk, otherwise, try to listen for as much information as you can from him.  Keep your comm open and recording, and email me when he's coming out, and when you're coming out, and if there's anything else you find of note.  So go in, your cover is wanting work, and get as much info on our man as you can, okay?"<br/><br/>That cleared, it's not a far walk to the office, passing a couple of people only (and breasts bouncing with each step without her bra of course).  In the office, opening with a bell above the door, the inside is quite small, just a place to sit and a couple of offices in the back, with one more further back by the looks of it and locked up tight.  The nearest office has the ork in it talking to a rough-looking female ork with glasses and dark skin, and the other one looked to have a couple of humans working something out, one of the humans in front of the desk having neon green hair and blatant cybereyes and cyberears, as well as a datajack on the side of his head at his temple, the common placement for drone riggers.  Looks like she'd have to wait to meet and speak with someone...<br/><br/>(Roll a Intuition + Perception to overhear)