You meet with the hiveworlder in a dim room. His face is obscured by shadows.

Hey. You can call me Cy. Welcome to Necromunda.

He then pulls some synthetic skin off his left forearm, revealing the bionics underneath.

I can get ya things. Heresy, contraband, whatever ya need. Then again, you look new round here, so maybe you just need a friendly face in a savage hive to learn a thing or two from. Heh...well, I'm as friendly as you're gonna get. What'll it be?