Filling the face role in a team means mostly using your posture and talk as a gun; it involves knowing when to shoot and when not to, and most of the time to be really carefull about social interactions. In this way, Faces must almost all the time be controled persons, if a good grasp on their own emotions.
But, frag, we're dealing with gangers here. This people are like kids, and shout through their sensations. That's the way you communicate with them.
Fractal orders his commlink to record any incoming message, but to not display or play it in real time. Instead, only a small marker on his down-right field of vision should show how many messages he have in queu. He will need to be here, right now. No distractions.
His face contorts itself in a controled anger display, and he steps ahead. "Now listen to me here, chummer. You are the ones who called for our help, and thus we are here. Our intervention until now is what's responsible for keeping the sorry lad inside alive. Your 'spare' leader. I'm trying to put some fragging sense in your head, and you came with this shit. So calm down, chummer. That's just a bit of advice." The elf knows how to bark as a top dog on the barrens when the needs arise.
"This may be your turf, but your gang is on the verge of a split, as you have correctly pointed out. You have recently lost a leader, and that's really not good for their image. Now, their second leader want to renounce, and is carrying with him to his solemn speech the matter which is disturbing them. Also, the leader you wants to point out is currently out of fight." - Fractal points at the doorframe which leads to Kev's bed. "You may be wanting to act fast, but you're about to act dumb."
"What you need, omae, is a way to leave in good terms, letting your gang - your family - in a good position, protected and united. We can provide a scenario in which this can happen. Or you can do your careless thing and hope for the best. And we both know what kind of hope the Warrens teach us to have."
