Manson nodded, laughing quietly to himself as Keena explained she was not officially welcome at such meetings. Certainly, she was a firecracker. And this would be entertaining, Manson decided. Strictly speaking, it was not his job to control what she did, only whether or not she was safe and well, and so he had no real responsibility to stop her from entering that dining room, whether her father wanted her to be there or not. She was a fully grown woman, after all, she did not need to be controlled.<br/><br/>"I don't recall ever doing so, no." he replied to her question, shrugging nonchalantly. "Like I said, my father's enterprise is considerably smaller, and much less professional."<br/><br/>Quietly, one of his men from earlier approached, then, wordlessly taking Keena's suitcase from him. Though nothing was said, there was an exchange between them, the kind of conversation only two professional friends could really have. Manson did not have many of his own men, but the ones he did have, he would consider of the highest quality. There was little need for discussing his intentions out loud with assistants as loyal and competent as his, which was always an incredibly useful asset. "Well, shall we introduce ourselves?" he decided, brushing down the blazer of his suit, nodding to the man stood in the door way.<br/><br/>"Nathan, was it?" he asked, gesturing his head towards the doors, "Please do let the lady and I enter, would you?"