Sig was now sitting on a table facing the entrance with a small smoking mug of coffee over it, his reading glasses that looked way too small for a man of his stature hanging over his nose with a tiny book open. Concentrated on his book he only raised his eyes to Irakan when he dropped the bills on the table and with chuckle:<br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“God damn Irakan you vomited a ball of fur again? You know how you get when you get excited...”​</div><br/>His eyes falling back one sentence earlier from where he stopped. Cleaning would have to wait, and then remembering something he shouted to the leopard going to the bathroom.<br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“Put the pieces of scramble back in the box!”​</div><br/>Then finally resumed his reading.