"Kid, you took the face of a kid, therefore that's more than likely your real face. I've been to enough bars,strip joints, clubs, and street raves as the next guy to know that there's almost always someone watching. Now how about everyone that wants in on the nuyen go with Tanaka-san and talk in the back room, where we at least know who's listening to us?" Wulf stood and turned to Tanaka-san before giving him the normal farewell/going with you gesture he normally gave to Tatewake.
The place was still pretty packed from his point of view, and considering this was a runner hideout, most of them probably were here for one job or simply exchanging information.
"This isn't some club with whiny civies or corp cunts wining and dining...Whatever your name happens to be. Over there, that little human woman,"He jerked his head towards a woman in the back, pretty, but not overly so, sitting across from an old, grizzled troll,"She's got more tech than most of you combined, eyes,legs,spikes,and smartlinks are just the beginning, no normal person has that, and if she were high corp, she wouldn't be caught dead here in the same room as Tanaka-san, considering that tattoo on her ankle," He gestured in a completely different direction, towards another troll,"He's big,tough, and he knows it, but he's got dirt, grime and dust covering his clothes and he doesn't have any chrome, now what troll on the streets doesn't have any of that stuff, but can afford the drinks he's been getting and the gold tips on his horns? My guess is that he's a street shaman, Rat or Crocodile, maybe. This is not the place that has the best security in it's main areas. This is not the place we want to be talking. Kid."