You decide to to hang tight and keep a low profile, relying on either beginner's luck or your own good looks - possibly both.
From Create Your Own Story
You know well enough - the best way to stay anonymous in this line of work is to let the information come to you. Besides, seedy joints like this don't have much in the way of comfort, and you feel the humidity of the underworld getting to you.
With a mixture of reflex and intention, you slide a finger down the zipper of your jumpsuit, exposing your upper torso to what little fresh air there is to get. Of course, the added benefit is that, even in this darkness, your admittedly modest cleavage should attract some kind of attention. You know well enough that guys and girls seeking to impress an apparent ingenue are treasure troves of information waiting to be plundered. Get the right one talking, and you're golden.
Soon enough, the bartender, a cyborg, is mixing you a cocktail with dexterity that only cybernetic implants and pre-programmed fingers can provide. He jerks his fiberglass chin over to credit what appears to be a man covered in piercings and leather, eyes obscured by a pair of dark goggles wrapped around a black head and buzzed hair, blood-red. You can't make out the expression through the flashing strobes or the intent behind the goggles.
