"Yes, sit. I'll be right with you."<br/><br/>Nazo goes to fix his coffee then gestures her to the chairs in front of his desk. He places his gun back in his holsters and sits. He clears his throat and begins his routine of assessing his client.<br/><br/>"Mrs. "<br/><br/>"Miss"<br/><br/>"Miss Richards, how can I be of service today?"