Perception+intuition: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 5) = 14 just 1 hit
The kid's been quiet so far. Sitting hunched into the cheap synthleather couch in the bar, eyes half on the fixer and half on the elf chick. She's way out of his league, but he's not going to pass up the chance for a sly glance or two if they're working together. Wearing a pair of stonewashed jeans and a red MIT&T hoodie he fits in with most of the clientele here, though he doesn't look to comfortable about that.
"I'm always up for new gear. I have a knack for spending nuyen quicker than I can earn it, so I've got no complaints. Some guarantee of the... quality... of the goods would be nice though.
Sounds like the job couldn't be easier. Send in the fly on one of the Ork's shoulders, sit on my hands in the van for ten minutes and leg it if and when the drek hits the fan... So what's the catch?