Mr. Red chugged down the water gratefully. The medication swirled in his mouth a little before they were enveloped by it and moved down his throat along the mini tidal waves. After a moment of recuperation he looked up and smiled soundlessly. "Did the man have a name? hmm?  oh I suspect it does not matter. I will just check back with him whence the deal is done." He stretched as he felt his mind clear. His hands no longer grasping the desk painfully. Then put down the glass and traveled over beside her, grasping the paper in his hand. Mr. Red drew it toward himself for a quick glance. "123rd door, Huston street..." he glanced up. "Its a pretty public and expensive place for someone to be owing somebody allot of money," he stopped suddenly. "Curious...." he said to himself.<br/><br/>Reaching across the desk past his new associate he grasped the folder of names and addresses along with the booklet of his usual clients. He flicked through the addresses until he matched up his new target with one of his old ones. Then, with a grunt to himself. Mr. Red opened his booklet of usual clients. "Hmm, it seems that I am doing a job for the same client I was a few days ago....." He trailed off. "Ahh... this is one of my special clients" he said with a grin. "I am sorry, but I am unsure if I should bring you along on this one." He murmured as he hurried past her toward the door. He grabbed his black trench coat and slipped it on along with a sanguine black fedora. His hand rounded along the door handle as he began opening it. But then his head shot back slowly as he stopped to consider her. "Unless you have any more questions... than you may come with me along the way and ask them as you please" he rose one hand. "Just one exception..." he said with a serious expression. "You are buying lunch." A small sweetened smile splayed across his lips as he lowered his hand and stood by the door.