A smirk tugged on Ana's lips as the computer geek led them down a sketchy alleyway, but curiousity hit her as he stopped in front of a metal gate just above a flight of dark stairs. She squinted her eyes, briefly sizing him up; who was he, exactly?<br/><br/>Even more questions flooded her mind as they descended the stairs, revealing an underground filled with criminals, beggars, and low-lifes.<br/>"Interesting."<br/>She mused before he answered her; she took his offered hand and gave it a firm handshake, then let her fingers trail down his palm briefly as they released their grip on each other.  While Troy was waiting for the old man's answer, Ana used the time to take stock of what he had on his person.