Scia sighed and walked over to sit on the table the guy had claimed in the corner. She smiled down at him, and pushed some hair behind her ear. "Your from Wuflin, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded, glaring at her. "Well then, you've gotta have a reason for being here, don't you?" He shrugged. "Well, my partner and I specialize in what you need."<br/><br/>"You have no idea what I need, girl." He said gruffly.<br/><br/>"Ah, but I don't need to. We specialize in doing anything you need." She explained. "So whatchu need? Drugs? Forged immigration papers? A hitman?"<br/><br/>"I'm looking for someone." He stood up, and pulled a photo of a child out of his pocket. "Can you find a teenager with only a picture of them as a toddler?"