<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/RoanQuinceCyber3.png)</div>Fireman met Roan's eyes for a long moment before answering. Not many people could do that: the Rockerboy's gaze held a blazing passion therein that affected people - in one way, or another. But not this Fixer: whatever he had seen during his years, it had given him balls enough to meet a rage-touched stare long enough and not flinch. Roan considered that to be a very good sign.<br/><br/><strong>"The problem is that Westbrook is <em>seething</em> with people,"</strong>Fireman said.<strong>"Refugees. You can't take a shit without five people watching, and at least two offering to help. That's where the wheels come in. Need to go somewhere a little less... reputable-looking. And if you can do that without letting the powers that be find out? All the better. Corpos aren't going to like you taking one of theirs. And if the shit hits then you've got 7-10 minutes to get out. Maybe longer if you can scramble their nav. But prevention always better than cure."</strong><br/><br/>With an exhale that birthed a smoggy cloud from parted lips, Roan turned her stare towards the others assembled. Of their entire number, she knew only one of them, though their time together had been extremely fleeting so far. Fortunately, what little experience she did have with the Solo had been incredibly insightful. The woman was dependable, and, more importantly, she knew Blaker - had a personal stake in this. That meant more to the Rockerboy than even the Fireman's vouching.<br/><br/>But Roan knew nothing about the others, and that was concerning to her. Not that she could really complain, though: it wasn't like she could afford a known and reputable crew - a fact which Fireman had mentioned himself, albeit without outing her by name. Anonymity worked for Roan where the job was concerned: she didn't fancy having to explain her reasons for tracking this guy down. It wasn't their business.<br/><br/>Fireman had continued speaking, so Roan returned her focus to him.<strong>"If things go south, then you're on your own. I've got AirCav ready to ride to your rescue. But then there's several places in what used to be China- and J-Town that you can regroup in. Not exactly quiet, but the various gangs tearing chunks out of each other'll just as happily tear strips off of Corpo strike teams. Old Man Watanabe's a ripperdoc who owes me a few favours. If you can keep your guts from falling out long enough, he'll put them back together. Watanabe's discrete but not cheap."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Should mean he knows what he's doing then,"</strong>Roan noted;<strong>"don't want some amateur poking around in my guts, if things come to that."</strong>She noted the name, though hoped silently that she wouldn't need to recall it. Knowing her luck, however, they'd be making introductions with the aforementioned ripper very soon.<br/><br/>The Fixer climbed to his feet; Roan didn't rise to meet him, but tracked his movements towards the door. When he lifted a set of keys from his person and threw them onto the table, she let them skid to a complete halt without attempting to stop them. A moment later, Fireman was gone, and the team was left alone, their forms battered ceaselessly by the arcing, biting winds.<br/><br/>Finally, Roan got to her feet and moved to the other side of the table; she dropped into Fireman's now-vacant seat - which offered her an unhindered view of all of the edgerunners - and stared up at them with a searching look.<strong>"In an ideal world, this job would go smooth - quick and clean; but this is Night City, and I'm expecting shit to go wrong the moment we all climb out of our cosy little coffin-on-wheels."</strong>The Rockerboy smirked, though it was an expression without humour; her dark eyes continued to move from edgerunner to edgerunner, studying them in turn.<strong>"Should that happen, I'd like to know who it is I'm shoulder-to-shoulder with, and what they can do.<br/><br/>"How about you start?"</strong>Roan added, her stare snapping over towards Rick.<strong>"You seem to know a little bit about me and her-"</strong>she indicated Sin with a nod of her brown-haired brow,<strong>"-but I don't know shit about <em>you</em>. So, Mister Scalpel, how about you tell us your handle?"</strong>