Ace pauses on the stairs to get a better view of the room beyond, scanning the crowd for Trolls, Security Guards, anyone whom seems to be paying attention to the other patrons a little too intensely (scanning for a mark? looking to make
a score? that sort of thing), weapon emplacements, and everything else that might make the difference between Life & Death.
He'll do it with a giant S4 Eating Grin on his face, exactly like a newb on their first visit, momentarily stunned stupid by all the glitz & glamour.
If he can see into the Boothes from here then he'll try to find one with a Troll in it, hoping that will make it easier to find the Mister X he's supposed to be meeting.
Failing that, a quick stroll around the room to seripticiously peek into each boothe in passing while ostentaciously examining the decore.
Exchanges of energetic & enthusiastic "This place is awesome!", "Isn't this place awesome?", and "Wow! Look at that!" kind of newbie comments made to anyone whom looks at him funny, the better to maintain the Stupid Noobie disguise.
He'll keep his hands In Plain Sight so nobody can accuse him of reaching for a weapon, but a quick squeaze of his arm to his side reassures him of the comfortable weight of his shoulder holstered Predator.
If he hasn't found a Troll in a boothe by the time he's gone full circle, he'll mosey on over to the sixth one on the left, slide in to put his back to the wall, facing the room & keeping his senses scanning for his potential employer.
If a Server comes over to ask about food or drinks, he'll order a large caffeinated nonalcoholic drink, "Just until the rest of the group gets here!"
((Perception, +3(Int) +3(Ranks) +3(CyberSenses): 4, 6, 2, 2, 2, 3, 6, 3, 5.))
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