As he flicked his eyes over the picture, they widened ever so slightly. He was still trying to figure out who she was, but more importantly he was trying to figure out why she would be asking about<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>. As far as he was concerned, anyone who knew what that man did was trouble, and he had no desire for trouble in his little establishment. "He was here relatively frequently several months ago, and I haven't seen him since." he said quite pointedly, as though that was all there was to the topic.<br/><br/>The photograph displayed a man with black hair and dark eyes in a surprisingly nice suit. He was looking at the camera and grinning slightly, the sort of smile you saw on the face of someone who had a secret and let everyone around them know it. Surprisingly handsome, it looked as though the picture had been taken just after he'd realized the photographer was there, because it was the camera he was looking at and there was a slight flare of red at his eyes. It was the wrong color for it to have been an issue with the camera.<br/><br/>The men watching them shifted awkwardly in their booths, not sure whether or not they would have to drive her off yet--or even who she was. Her bags, of course, were making them nervous.