Tim may be young, and he might be green as his hair when it comes to running, but he knows better than to come armed to a meet in public. It's just one of those etiquitte things. If the J is going to take the time to reserve seats in a family restaurant, he's not going to set up an ambush. The whole point of hiring shadowrunners is deniability. Shooting up a team of hires in public is rather hard to deny. So, in an effort to set a potential employer's mind at ease, Boingo doesn't even come strapped to the meet. It's easier to catch a bus when you're unarmed anyway. He is, of course, wearing armor, but it's the kind that blends. Ok, so he still sticks out like a sore thumb, but at least not in the "hey he's got a gun!" sense.<br/><br/>Tipping the doorman a nod as he arrives, Boingo spots their J right away. Most suits, after all, have a bit of bigot in them. Wouldn't be a single one of them associating with an albino changeling giant if he didn't have to, let alone one who's a known ganger. Tim stops at the bar to order a shirley temple with a shot of extra syrup, and he moves to join those gathered already at the table, nodding to their employer.