A skitter, and the world turns upside down. Quick movement, and a jolting jump. Johnny Buzzkill is glassy eyed and non responsive as Kevin speaks. He doesn't nod, he doesn't even seem to be aware he's being spoken too just then. Until a six legged little bug drone skitters up onto the table, followed by one...two...three no...four more! Johnny is paying attention alright. But not in the way one would expect, the Rigger Driver is everywhere at the moment. His meat body smiling as the little drones skitter about the holo table, taking everything in. One of them skittering right up too Kevin, another up to Fake, both of them synchronized making a cackling sound before skittering over to Johnny and climbing up onto his shoulders, two on either shoulder and one on his chest. He lets out a chuckle, "Don't worry boss, you trust your driver. I'll get us there."

Johnny's eyes seem to roll forward as he resume meat functions, "I'll get you lot to the back end there, and we can get in deep yeah?" His drones let out various versions of cheering and squeals of agreement. He nods, "I have a big Buffalo combat wagon, I can mod it some and have my drones paint it to look like a security truck. SecuRanks maybe? Do we know what kind of security they use? If I can get an idea I can better camo the truck. One of the big corps? Or is it one of those little fuck off security outfits that pop up before being gobbled up by ArmaTech Securities? The more information the better I can do you know?" He sniffed, one of his drones skittering down his chest, reaching into a pocket and then carrying a weed stick up, setting it to his lip, a second drone flicking a match so he can light it, "But don't you worry, everything will be ready." Johnny grins broadly around the end of his weed stick, white smoke snaking up from the lit end.