"There are many things you don't know about me, Con" answered the ork. "But you're right, this isn't a social call. I wanted to put my cards on the table and ask your opinion. Most of us have been on two runs together already" continued Clem, pausing to give the other runners time to see where she was going. "Now we've had our ups and downs, but I think everyone would agree our total is worth more than the sum of our parts, as our accounts can attest. So what I propose is that we make this official. If we come pre-packaged as a unit, our chances of finding employment goes up 5-fold, and Johnsons usually like the idea of reaching out and finding everything they need in one go. If we let our respective fixers know, then they might even have more jobs for us as a team than as individuals."
The ork turned around and signalled the bartender, letting him know she was ordering a pitcher of beer since O'Connor's was quickly emptying itself. "I'm not saying we should make matching jackets or anything, but we could come up with a team name, just as a business card and to build up our street cred."