<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/RoanQuinceCyber3.png)</div>The cold was biting. When Roan Quince slammed shut the elevator door and jabbed the control panel with a blunt-ended fingertip, she marveled distantly at just how easily it cut through the air; even here - as close as she was to a wealth of warm bodies, churning drinks, and thumbing amplifiers - the chill drilled into her like a vicious, bloodthirsty parasite.<br/><br/>The thrum of the elevator beginning it's ascent towards the roof did little to mask the weighted exhale of breath that escaped Roan's lips. She fought the urge to pull her leather armourjack more tightly about her slender frame, instead reaching for the bottle of bourbon that she had seized from the bar before making her way towards her meet. It wouldn't do to visit the Afterlife and not add to the coffers of the collective - and besides, the harsh burn of the alcohol cascading down her throat would help to keep the worst of the bitter cold at bay.<br/><br/>When the elevator reached its apex, Roan nudged the door open faster with her leathered boot and stepped out onto the rooftop. More cold; more alcohol necked to armour the Rocker further. And once she was satisfied that her lips were suitably numb, she stepped around the corner and out towards the sharp drop of the building's edge - and the well-known Fixer who awaited her, his broad frame silhouetted against brilliant, neon-lit horizon.<br/><br/><strong>"Sit,"</strong>said the Fireman, gesturing to the other side of the folding table before which he sat. It was a rickety, soiled piece of shit - but when used to prop up the business utensils of a dangerous man, even rusty shit seemed to take on a more formidable sheen. Roan did as instructed without comment, her legs crossed, her breath pluming, and her arm draped atop the back of her chair like she owned the fucking thing. The bottle of bourbon in hand sloshed as she rocked her drooped wrist back and forth, back and forth.<br/><br/>The Fireman was glancing towards the cloud-choked sky overhead, but Roan knew she was ever in his peripheral. She stared at him, listening expectantly as he began to breach the silence at a calm, leisurely pace.<strong>"One thing you never really forget about Val Verde and the whole clusterfuck down south is the heat. So days like this? Well. The cold reminds you that you came through that green hell alive."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Any reminder that you're still alive,"</strong>Roan replied. As though to give credence to her point, she lifted the bottle to her lips and drew from it - the familiar burn greeted her like an old, embittered friend.<br/><br/>After a short nod, the Fixer continued.<strong>"I don't know you, but someone in your crew vouches for you; someone else that came back from the South - that carries weight with me. You've told me the sort of thing you want to do. I have a list of people I think are going to help you get it done. Questions?"</strong><br/><br/>Roan shook her head; her long brown hair swayed lazily back and forth.<strong>"Not for you I don't,"</strong>answered the Rockerboy. She unfolded her legs and set the bottle down atop the rickety old table; it's glass base brushed lips with the business end of the Fireman's heavy-duty revolver.<strong>"Might have some for the ones who show. Or not. Guess I'll know when I get a look at them."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Roll: Personal Grooming</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Roan Quince rolled: 1d10, adding 12 to the total<br/><strong>Comment:</strong> Personal Grooming<br/><strong>Result:</strong> 9, <br/><strong>Total:</strong> 21</div></div>•<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Roll: Wardrobe &amp; Style</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roll Result:</strong> Roan Quince rolled: 1d10, adding 11 to the total<br/><strong>Comment:</strong> Wardrobe &amp; Style<br/><strong>Result:</strong> 9, <br/><strong>Total:</strong> 20</div></div>