OOC:
Sorry this took so long. Work had me in meetings all day.
Even with the majority of his attention on the information coming from the Matrix, F4d30ut sees Vinyl as he parks his Lexus sedan in the parking lot of the restaurant. The familiar signal of Vinyl's PAN announces his presence to the skilled Decker.
Thanks to the heads-up from F4d30ut, the entire group looks up as the fixer steps into the restaurant and makes his way toward the table.
Vinyl is short for an Ork, standing at 163cm. His skin is cinnamon and his features look Mediterranean. Vinyl has short, dark brown hair and a cool demeanor. His cybereyes are designed to look innocuous, but are obviously artificial if you look closely. He is never afraid to meet anyone's gaze because he's always sure that he can get you something that you need. Vinyl dresses well for someone in the streets, preferring slacks and a blazer instead of leather, denim, and chains. Vinyl will sometimes wear a simple steel necklace, but otherwise wears no jewelry. His left leg is obviously a cyber replacement. It moves smoothly, but there is an audible whir whenever he walks.
"It's good to see everyone," Vinyl says as he gets to the table. The Ork slides into one edge of the curved bench seat, leaving the chair in the aisle open for the Johnson. Vinyl flashes a toothy smile at the group, "Thank you all for coming, the Johnson will be joining us shortly." Taking another look around, Vinyl cocks his head, "Where's F4d30ut? Too noisy in here for him?"
From the car, F4d30ut sees a message heading out from Vinyl's Pan heading into the Matrix. This message is likely signaling the Johnson to come in to meet the crew.