Max looked at Kyra with a sort of confused slightly dazed expression. Called the number and broke the code. It had been a set up? Great...what the hell did he do THIS time? "It wasn't that complicated a code." He said. It was the only thing he could think of to say. He watched her deep blue eyes as she sipped her whine. A skill of the street was he was highly observant. "Max." He said. Just in case this was some trick he would stick with first name only. She was acting rather casual about some guy just randomly dropping in. What gives? "Who are you?" He asked. He watched her circling him. Her hair seemed to wrap around him which was quite a creepy feeling. He followed her as she looked him up and down like some exotic specimen. "I live on the streets. Eating right isn't part of the vocabulary." He said with a weird look on his face. Surely the torn and tattered clothing gave that away. "What title? What job?" He asked. Curious about what she was talking about.