It seemed like forever for Mr. Johnson to finish his speech and handed out the Docbracelets. Still partially embarassed from his tiny ego trip and fall, he reassured himself. (Its just a job like the others, they'll all be out of your life in a month anyway.) Roman thought to himself. Half these people only care about the cash and the other half was drooling over the droid. He never really took to what was so great about all the shiny and wires clumped together to mimic something that obviously looks like a dog or cat or even a human at times. In his opinion they are all inferior to the actual thing so why try? Either way he needed the money and the experience so instead of showing off like he did, he needs to watch and learn. The Samurai looked like a good choice to pay attention to, even if the man was a bit of a dick to him, he obviously survived this long somehow. The Asian woman as well.... Judging from what Mr. J said, anyone who can bring words to a gunfight and win is okay in his book, besides... she's probabbly used to eyes being on her anyway. The Hacker and Rigger obviously knew their stuff too but Roman would have a brain aneurism attempting to keep up with the lingo, and the troll... well the troll is just not to be fucked with case closed.

Roman (carefully) got out of his seat and gave a businessmans smile as he grabbed a bracelet and a data chip. "Guess I'll be needing that bracelet sooner than later huh?" He joked a bit arkwardly, trying to make up for his idiocy. Slipping both docbracelet and datachip in his pants pocket, there was no sense putting it on just yet and drawing attention by some junkie with a vicatin addiction to see it around his wrist. He took one of the credsticks and placed it in his shirt pocket before heading for the door. Before he opened it he turned around and addressed the remainder in the room. "Jus wanna say I'm glad I didn't get stuck with a bunch of junkie meatheads on this job because...honestly I have no choice but to take this job....so... thanks, I guess." Roman gave an attempt at a smile before he turned his head away from them and headed out the door. The meeting may be over but he's got a credstick full of creds and some information brokers to visit. 

As he left the club he passed by the Orc bouncer and gave him a small punch to the shoulder to say goodbye. The orc retalliated with a left hook that could tip a moose, obviously unaware of his own strength. As he left he noticed quite the ugly van parked towards the back and sighed hoping that it wasn't one of their getaway vehicles. Msking his way not to far away Roman visited a handfull of other shady bars and clubs in the district looking for information on his sister. Six hours later and 1200 credits wasted, he still had nothing... Reina is still nowhere to be found, not even a trace. Whatever Aztechnology has done with (or to) her they didn't leave a trace. Pulling the datachip out of his pocket as he leaned against a concrete wall between the alley, he raised the chip into the smoggy moonlight and stared intently at the circuits. "Here's hoping you change my luck.."