--Joel--
As you opened your other eyes, you had to swallow to avert the feeling of being immersed in something thick and oily and... simply put, disgusting. The denizens of the astral milled around just as you remembered, but as they got a whiff of you appearing, they slowly but surely started to converge on you. You still had more than enough time to get a good lok at the five in front of you. There was some link between those people, and you got the feel that the humans defer to the ork. They were all shaken a bit, but the iron shackles of being unwilling to be the first to turn tail and show weakness tied them together. They were all jumpy, and a hazy look of some common activity tied them together above anything else: they were under the effects of some drug, tainting their aura with angry red stripes of adrenaline. They were on the verge of jumping, only waiting for some trigger, probably the ork's words, to draw. They all got minimal or no augmentations, the ork was the exception, who got some artificial muscles grafted to his basically impressive build. You also felt uncertainty in the ork, some internal struggle going on while he exchanged words with the others.
--Leroy--
You didn't really understand, how small fry like these could operate in Bellevue. Word was this was rather the area for bigwigs like the Mob or the Yaks. Something must be in the background. Other than this, you could turn up nothing from the recesses of your memory on the Granitez.
--all--
All of you could see that the group acted as one, showing deference to the ork talking to you. You also suspected fingers itching for the trigger, you had to be very careful in handling the situation for it not to escalate.
One of the humans in the back cut in. "Oy, Javier, they could just be another group of..."
"Shut it, Gabe, yo talk when i sayz so." The ork interjects angrily, turning his head his way for a moment, in a very unprofessional way...