Smithy: *well, a girls gotta eat, apparently. she'd gotten the signal while on a metal run, and after ignoring it for awhile, started to take con damage. so she trudges towards the greasy spoon, digging into her pocket for change*

Smithy: *a handful of change hauled out, a couple quarters tinkling to the sidewalk as she counts quickly.* pff. Lame. *a scratch at her breast before she drops to pick up the quarters*

Francesco Giardini: He pauses through the front door, giving a look around as he does so. SO not his style...but he's hungry. It'll do.

Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Smithy: *scooping up the cons, she stands, back giving a great twang as she stretches and tromps into the cafe, dropping the change inside her coat somewhere with a horrific clatter. the barebreasted freak stops behind francesco and yaaaawns in a clear.. get the fuck out my way manner*

Ness: Ness pads along the sidewalk with her little baby laptop case slung over one shoulder by a strap, like a purse. She's wearing her old dark green winter coat, and a thick gray wool touque over her oval head. Oversized rose-tinted glasses rest on her small nose. She wearing nice brown gloves to protect her fingers from the cold. Her sneakers have seen better days, but they're holding up.

Francesco Giardini: He stops at the counter, looking up at the menu as he addresses the waitress. "How you doing? Let me get a...Philly Cheesesteak and a coffee." He looks over his shoulder as Smithy yanws, looking her over with a frown.

Smithy: *Smithy too is lookcing over his shoulder. at the menu. a mad grin from the lunatic, eyebrows wraggle without looking at him. he'd look. they all look. n00bs. she croaks* Serving wench, what he's having!

Ness: Ness' twig-like frame steps through to inside the restaurant. Her thin arm struggles to hold the door open to let her pass through the doorway. Once inside, she looks around the place slowly, not really interested in much at all.

Francesco Giardini: ((Sorry, phone call))

Francesco Giardini: He grins a little bit at Smithy, and shakes his head. Crazy bitches in New York. He pays for his food with a twenty and waits for it to be made.

Smithy: *smithy just unloads her change on the counter, all quarters, before she smirks and moves to sling herself in a chair, feet up on the table, dangling gun tucked out of site as she hauls out a dented laptop*

Ness: She slowly steps up to the counter, waiting for the others to be done before her.

Smithy: *she shifts down in her seat, bloody side getting wiped with grimey hands, to stain her already greasy army pants*

Francesco Giardini: A glance to Ness...yeah, another girl. It's only fleeting, though, before he gets his food and moves to a table, sitting down.

Ness: She steps up to the counter to order, coffee and hamburger soup, politely. She adjusts the case containing her small laptop on her hip, and waits for the people running the establishment to begin the construction of foodstuffs.

Francesco Giardini: He looks up to Smithy as he eats...yeah, he's gotta admit, the girl's a spectacle. At least she's something interesting to look at while he eats.

Smithy: *she's waiting for the waitress to bring it to her, yawning and scratching at herself most impolitely with the barrel of a gun, circuited eyelids fluttering shut, then opening again. she taps something into the laptop and flicks down a vr monocle*

Smithy: joo lookin at something N00b? *she mirks, wraggling her eyebrows upon notcing franc's attention on her. a mad grin as she hits enter*

Smithy: d10: arete: 7,8,5,

Smithy: (awareness if you want to)

Francesco Giardini: "Sure as fuck's somethin', all right." He smirks a little bit.

Ness: She looks down at her hands, and crosses them delicately. After the serviceman agrees to give her the food that she has ordered, she proceeds to a table to sit. There are other people in the restaurant, of course, but these particular other people were quite strange and interesting. Ness stares openly at everyone around her.

Smithy: wanna make something of it biatch? *she grins widely, head cranking violently to the side with a tinkle of gears. she doesn't look up as er food arrives, whote eyes peering at the goodfella*

Francesco Giardini: "Ain't worth my time." He shakes his head with a chuckle. "I don't play with little girls."

Smithy: yeah. you've got play like I've got class n00b. *she grins and digs into her food like a starving animal, vr monocle sill over her eye, lappy shoved to the side*

Ness: She sets the laptop case on the tabletop. It opens with the scruntch of ripping velcro. A small white brandname computer is slid out onto the table, and the case is swept away to the seat beside the woman. The computer glows to life, and the screen winks on, screaming hello with the melodic croonings of Windows Login. Ness hurriedly turns down the volume.

Francesco Giardini: He glances over to Ness as her computer goes all uber-loud, then shakes his head. Eyes glance back at Smithy. "Cute."

Smithy: *smithy wraggles her eyebrows and continues scarfing down her food. its gone within a few bites, she wipes sauce off her face with the back of her hand and chugs her cofee black, before standing and hauling the laptop into her coat with a harsh THUNK of metal against something solid, a scratch at her bleeding side and she makes for the door. there. red warrior no longer needs fucking food*

Francesco Giardini: He watches after Smithy, and shakes his head. Fuckin' kooks. He turns to his food, giving Ness occasional glances as he does.

Ness: She selected Start, then Programs, then Prime, then Search. The computer whirrs to life. ((Prime 1 Corr 1 scan of the area. Looking for Nodes. 3 rolls.))

Ness: d10: : 7,2,2,

Ness: d10: : 8,3,6,

Ness: d10: : 2,6,4,

Smithy: *the vr monocle is flicked back down as she reveiws her data. 2 blocks left, and then mine until your hearts content. she gives a grin and hoofs it in that direction, out of the cafe and away*

Ness: A black box appears on her screen, displaying text in all the colours of the rainbow. Sometimes there will be an image that blinks in and out of existence.

Ness: She sets the laptop aside while it works, and blatantly stares at the only customer left in the place.

Ness: Maybe he's a cop, like, some kind detective. Or maybe he is a gangsta like on TV. She considers the possibilities carefully.

Francesco Giardini: He looks up to Ness, frowning a little as he notes her attention. "You see something interesting, girly?"

Ness: "Yes, I do." She states in her husky voice, "Why?" The computer behind her continues to scroll multicoloured text, but it's seemingly forgotten. Her full attention is on the man talking to her.

Francesco Giardini: He chuckles a little bit, shaking her head. "And what's that?"

Ness: She glances around the restaurant fugitively, and then leans forward on her table, "You're like outta some kind of movie. You seem very confident. Why are you so confident, if I may ask?"

Francesco Giardini: "I'm confident 'cause I know my place," he says with a shrug. "And I know what the score is."

Ness: "I don't know what that means." She comments innocently, "But that does sound very reassuring."

Francesco Giardini: A smirk, and he shakes his head. "Yeah, whatever. So what do you do?"

Ness: "I do I.T. What do you do?" The question is bounced back like a pingpong ball.

Ness: She sips her newly arrived coffee.

Francesco Giardini: "I'm an importer."

Ness: "What do you import?" She responds quickly. She takes a spoonful of soup.

Francesco Giardini: "Mostly textiles...fabrics. Y'know, silk, shit like that." He shrugs a little bit. "Good business."

Ness: "Oh, I see. I'm glad that you are part of the economy. It is better than being dirty on the street." She finishes up her coffee, and only her soup remains. "Do you enjoy your work?"

Francesco Giardini: "Yeah, I enjoy it. Why work a job if you don't enjoy what you're doing?"

Ness: "That is true. I'm glad for you." Her computer's screen stops scrolling with text, and the bottom line in the black box blinks out at her, "No Node Found." Ness turns to look at the machine as if by instinct, knowing that it had something to say to her. She sighs and closes the laptop, shushing it away back in the small carrying case again. "Well, that is that. I'm sorry, I must leave now." She gives the man an apologetic look as she pulls a ten from her pocket and sets it on the table. "It was nice talking with you. I hope we meet again."

Francesco Giardini: "Yeah, see ya around." He shrugs to her and leans back, finishing up his food.

Ness: She picks up her case and slings it over her shoulder again, and then adjusts her glasses, before heading back out into the cold outside air. ((Thank you for the scene.))

Francesco Giardini: ((You too!))