The street was crowded as the team ascended from the tunnels below, seemingly further from the actual surface by the illusion of the flashy buildings, and from somewhere nearby came the stench of shit that had yet to be swept up by patrol. Lights of every color and shape washed over the four of them as they made their way past vendors and consumers, all chatting or shouting, their images through windows occasionally distorted by the droplets of water assaulting them on a bias. It was another typical rainy day in New Canton for most passerby, but for Andromeda and her colleagues, it was the perfect excuse to search for some warm food.

She didn't mind the rain. Preferred it, actually. The gloom always seemed such a fitting undertone for the little city, a mood that only its countless blinking signs could whisk away. A long, black duster with a hood kept her dry, wicking the moisture away as if she were as steely as the buildings themselves. She followed along just behind the only male in their group with quick yet slinking footsteps, her eyes moving from face to face as they pushed past her but never losing track of his broad shoulders ahead.

How could she, anyway? The [i]tsk tsk tsk[/i] of the plastic as he moved would have easily been ignored by someone less observant than Andi; but for her, it was a constant dissonance from the normal rhythms of this stroll. It was really quite hard for her not to make a comment about how idiotic Serge looked in his dinky poncho, though she wouldn't have expected less of him, having worked with him previously.

The other two women were familiar faces, as well. It wasn't that Andi didn't enjoy the company she'd been dealt this time around - she just wasn't sure what the job was in the first place. Judging from the last couple of times she'd been sent out with any of this motley crew, it had been more than an easy cleanup.

As they entered the restaurant and Serge shook off his little coverup, she had to resist letting slip a tease about how it had missed a rain spot near the hem of his pant leg. The thought of his irrational response hooked the corner of her mouth in a small grin as slender hands slipped the slick hood from her head, freeing her face from underneath. It was with this subtly sly expression that she slid into the seat beside her comrades, across from this new contact. Her body language was relaxed, languid - even as she leaned forward to shake his hand upon introductions. "Andi."

And just as it had been before, Serge dove right into the meat of it. Andromeda leaned back into the seat and crossed her legs beneath the table, eyes agile as they had been on the street as they darted around what she could see of the interior of the restaurant, taking stock as was habit.