The large ork glances at you, glances at the credstick, looks back you and nods.
He leans in close; Alright, you can use the office. Anything goes missing an i'll kick your teeth in, got it?
Head round the side, keylock code is 0203
Grabbing your beers, you head around to the side of the pub, punch the code in and head upstairs to the dingily lit office.
The stink of sweaty Ork pervaded the room and cloyed in your throat. The place was a shit tip, but at least you werent going to be overheard.
By shifting a stack of empty pizza boxes you free up another chair and manage to crowd all three of you around the cluttered desk.