Trigger walks up to the window and presents the bonze ticket as confidently as if he has done this a thousand times before.

"Good morning, Beatrix. I have a requisition ticket from Professor Daela for an expedition down to the Cogs. I suspect he is rather excited that some of his students have finally taken the hints that he is always dropping."

He turns back to look at the others momentarily as he hands the ticket over.

"He complains about lazy students all the time."

"Kids these days are lazy!" She laughs and shakes her head. Beatrix pulls the cig from her mouth and lays it, still lit, on an ashtray nearby. The lower half of the window opens, and Beatrix deftly swipes the ticket from Trigger's hand. "I remember a time when the uni didn't outfit these young' uns! Naw, you had to be liable for yourself. But guess it's the fear of dead rich kids that keeps Mama Beatrix in business, eh?" She leans toward the window and whispers that last bit for Trigger.

Beatrix pulls out a chart of some kind with a magnifying glass. She looks from the bronze ticket to the chart, and back. She seems to nod and go 'uh huh,' a few times as she looks everything over. 

"Don't mind me, I'll be right back, big guy," Beatrix winks at the Warforged before slamming the window shut and limping away toward some unseen area. 

Emanuel turns to Trigger, after Beatrix leaves; "So, do we get to pick out what we need, or is a set of specific gear provided everyone?"

Berlyn's eyebrow goes up at the babysitting comment.She starts to smirk, but instead smiles. Beatrix seems like the sort of person you want to be on the good side of. She probably has all the dirt, Berlyn thinks.

She observes the process keenly wishing she had been trusted with the bronze ticket, though extremely grateful for Trigger's experience with both the process and with Beatrix.
"No lazy students, here," she responds to Trigger's comment. "This is exactly the type of thing I came here to do."

She turns to J'Sahriel, her eyes shining. "Isn't this exciting Riel? A quest, an adventure, a mystery...not just reading about it theorizing, but diving into it, experiencing...a fine thing, yes, a very fine thing."

J'Sahriel nods back to Berlyn, whose excitement is practically infectious.

"Yeah, I know.  I almost can't believe we're really doing this."

"Different organizers use different methods. Most give some level of flexibility in the selection, but I suspect that city expeditions are a bit different than I'm used to. City regulations and laws will have at least some impact on the kind of gear we can select and carry. Don't worry over it too much. Miss d'Cannith has been doing this longer then I've been alive. She knows what she is doing."

"D'Cannith, huh? No wonder she is so fond of you, Trigger," Berlyn oberves. "I have complete faith in her."

'D'Cannith, eh?' Lily thinks to herself and glances over at Trigger for a moment, looking to commit to memory his mannerisms. "An interesting place you have here in the University. It's a beautiful campus, no wonder so many want to attend. Although, I wonder how many of the students take the time to appreciate all that is around them. How many have gone weeks at a time without seeing the blue sky above or even a tree?" She shakes herself from the speech and smiles at Eman. "My Eman shows me the wonders of his job. Getting to see so many new and interesting things each day and yet, he never seems to take it for granted."

Loud coughing from beyond the glass window signals the return of Madam Beatrix d'Cannith. She carries a sack with her, which she holds up with her shoulder before throwing it down on the table before her.

"Now before I hand over the goods, I'm going to need to see some ID..." She squints her eyes at all the non-Triggers in the room, "Trigger, you know the song and dance. This stuff is being borrowed only! No one keeps these items. I expect them back by the end of two weeks or stars help you if you have me sic the guards on ya."

"I doubt that will be an issue, Beatrix."

Trigger presents his own readied credentials to the woman.

"Why, of course, Miss d'Cannith." Berlyn smiles and passes over her papers with her left hand, displaying her signet ring. "And if we are not back in two weeks, it would be a kindness to have the guards search for us" She winks.

Pulling out his Public ID and Construction Documentation, Emanuel tries to look around Trigger to see what they're getting.

J'Sahriel presents her own ID/paperwork a bit timidly.

Lily slides up and presents her ID to Beatrix. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss d'Cannith."

Beatrix grins at Berlyn's comment, "Hah! I love a bit of honesty in the young. Kids these days act like they got balls of steel." She rolls her eyes. "Make sure you take care, Miss d'Medani," Beatrix starts unloading goodies onto the table, "There are many rough sorts down in the Cogs. Gangs and what-have-you!"

The goods:
3x Potion of Lesser Healing (restores 1d4+2)
1x bag of holding
1x goggles of night
1x Sending Stones

Finally, Beatrix looks to Trigger, "Seems I got permission to mold something onto you for this mission. Of course, if you aren't up for the augment that's fine by me, Trig!" She holds what looks like a jumble of coils, cables, and plating. "I sort of think you might like this. It'll, heh, pack a punch."

Emanuel carefully picks up two potions of healing, presenting one to Lily.  "To keep you safe." He adds.

"I am open to trying it if you think it will be useful. What is it exactly?"

Beatrix's devilish grin possibly sends shivers down all spines as it puts her canines on display, "It's a great modification! I think you'll be begging me to keep it! I just might let ya. It's a spring-powered thrust that extends your hand beyond your arm. In short, you could punch a damn gnome from 20 feet! Best part is... you'd still have control of all your fingers. Isn't that somethin'!?"

She seems really, really excited about this.

"And you'll gain the nickname 'Stretch'." Emanuel adds, attempting to keep a straight face.

 But it is too much, the thought of Trigger with a long slinky like arm was too hilarious for him; and he begins snickering.  He covers his mouth to hold in the laughter; backing away towards the wall, half in embarrassment.

"Well, that's definitely... something..."

He pauses for a moment as though considering, but it is impossible to tell from the look of his face.

"At the very least I can give it a good test run. Go ahead and hook it up."

He extends his right arm and stands perfectly still, but readily complies to movement if needed to attach the device.