<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div>Flipping back her hood and unfastening her jacket, Happy then shrugs carefully out of her pack and sets it neatly on the floor between her feet as she settles into place at the table.  Though considerable effort was put into her appearance for this meeting, the after-effects of being bundled up against the cold have evidently left her a little more rumpled than Anastasia or Roan.  Still, the elaborately-tattooed punk looks very much as if she belongs within the Edgerunner scene... in spite of the perkily happy smile she offers the others in the newly-formed team - with a particular nod of acknowledgement for the Russian Fixer when Anastasia introduces herself.<br/><br/>"I admit I'm particularly curious about the van.<em>All-Foods</em>definitely sounds like a good cover for driving a van into the district... but I'm wondering if we were being dropped a hint about them delivering some special surprises.  Or custom orders.  Or maybe it really is 'just' the case that they actually deliver real, genuine, meat!  But that's the kind of thing we can probably find out, given the array of sources we should be able to tap, between us."<br/><br/>She shrugs amiably at her companions.<br/><br/>"Still.  I'd imagine that we could have a couple of people up front as the visible delivery team, and others stashed in the back.  So long as guards don't insist on searching back there, that<em>should</em>work... right?  I've never really been in a corporate enclave, I admit.  The van's Plan A for getting in, presumably?  And for getting<em>to</em>the house.  Are there any Plan B options for that part?  I'm not really thinking of any that won't involve the gate guards contacting the householder to check that any visitors really<em>are</em>expected.  And wanted."<br/><br/>"Timing'll be important.  What options do we have, for when an<em>All-Foods</em>delivery can turn up without arousing suspicion?  We'd also, ideally, want to be confident of avoiding running into other ones, driven by real employees, just in case they realise we're not meant to be there.  But once we're at the house... what options might we have?  If he's really as out of it as we were told, then he might have left a door unlocked or a window open, and we can just slip in.  If security's in place... I can give picking a lock a try.  So long as we can find a physical one.  I've no experience in cracking the electronic ones.  And frankly, I hope we have a better locksmith than<em>me</em>available: I've got the tools and I have a fair idea of what I'm doing, but I'm no cat-burglar."<br/><br/>"Otherwise... would we be looking at getting him to open the door to us?  That's partly what had me wondering about the possibility of<em>All-Foods</em>delivering 'real meat' that's not exactly for eating.  Or other kinds of special delivery.  And if we<em>do</em>manage to 'recruit' him, do we then stash him in the back of the van and just hope that we don't have any guards spot him on the way out again?  I suppose we should check how long a delivery van tends to spend in the enclave, so we don't raise flags by being far too quick or far too slow..."<br/><br/>Self-consciously, she squirms a little on her seat.<br/><br/>"Sorry.  I'm not meaning to hog things.  I know I'm thinking aloud, but I do want this to work!  Oh: if we've got no one better, I can drive the van.  Though I really<em>will</em>drive like some 'my first real job's driving this brick-on-wheels around' newbie.  It might help with our cover but if we get in trouble on the road I'm not going to win any races or pull off any stunts.  Otherwise, I can probably help to talk to people.  Even look like a wage-drone."<br/><br/>Her hair flicks to a mundane-looking black, while the visible portions of her tattoos vanish.  Then all the decoration reappears.<br/><br/>"So, err, yeah.  If I'm best-used crouching in the back of the van with my medkit ready to hand just in case people start sprouting leaks, so be it.  But I want to help.  And I think I can.  And if we can put our various talents together... well.  There'll be reasons why the Fireman pulled together that pool of people.  We might be cheap, but he'll want us to succeed, and he won't have set us up to fail.  It's good for even someone of<em>his</em>standing to get successes whenever he can!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Personal Grooming 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Outcast rolled: 1d10, overroll at 10, adding 12 to the total<br/>Comment: Personal Grooming<br/>Result: 7,<br/>Total: 19<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wardrobe &amp; Style 18</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Outcast rolled: 1d10, overroll at 10, adding 14 to the total<br/>Comment: Wardrobe Style<br/>Result: 4,<br/>Total: 18<br/></div></div><br/><em>Edit: minor typos</em>