Al silently watched below as Jewel appeared and approached a dilapidated house below him. It wasn't hard to see inside; several holes in the walls offered glimpses of her residence, where worn furniture and a ratty mattress could be seen in the living room. Al leaned in closer to try and get a better look when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and spun around.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!" She demanded. Grabbing ahold of his shoulders and jerked him out of view of the streets. Letting him go after turning him to face her. "DO YOU?! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY POSSESS YOU TO BRING YOUR GOOD BOY ASS INTO DA HOOD?! YOU WANT TO GET PULPED?!"</span><br/><br/>"P-Pulped?" he asked confused. She looked furious but Al was impressed she could sneak up behind him, "I can take care of myself." He glanced down at his clothes, the FBI t-shirt clearly visible beneath his flak jacket. He quickly zipped it up and pulled his black trench coat tighter around his body, "I came here to see if you were alright. I wan't to get to know you if we're going to be partners." he paused for a moment then sighed, "Maybe you're right, though. I clearly didn't think straight if I came here dressed like this. Maybe you could help me out? Help me look more, um, gangster, or something? Help me fit in?"