From the looks of things he wasnâ€™t going to be getting out of here until the woman was taken care of and to make things worse they were now expecting him to do something. He looked over his shoulder at the other people in the bar but they all seemed unwilling to lend a hand so he supposed he had no choice but to play the bad guy turned hero with this woman. Sighing he did what he was told with the help of Dan and brought some chairs over to help her to help her out. Briefly he wondered whether or not he should just go back to his drinking. Maybe if he got drunk enough he could forget the fact she was a target, at least enough, and help her out a bit. On the other hand that would get him attached to her in some way or another which was now allowed.<br/><br/>He liked to be professional in the way he went about things and if he did get even the slightest bit attached it would go against what he was told. In the end he decided against going back to hitting the bottle and just drank down one last shot so heâ€™d hopefully forget this little bar encounter. Knowing it would only act as a distraction when it was finally time to end this womanâ€™s life once and for all, it was better in the end if he just forgot about seeing her like that. Helping was better than running away in the end though; there was less of a chance of him being suspicious of hiding something. Surely she would recognize him but he put that aside.<br/><br/>â€œAre you comfortable for the time being?â€ He heard Dan ask her, concern in his voice. â€œYou seem to be having a bad day so I wonâ€™t pry into it too much so the least we can do is make sure youâ€™re comfortable until your ride arrives.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Azrai called Jonah again to tell him that he had exactly a half hour to get the package and heâ€™d better hurry if he wanted it. They must have been busy doing other things or were sleeping because Roy had not answered either. Maybe they got his message and were already on their way to retrieve the package before it was too late and it slipped from their grasp. Strange, it didnâ€™t feel that late, but they do say time flies when youâ€™re in a bar. Sometimes he felt like a night owl the way he would call people at odd hours but in his defense he was use to a different time zone anyway. But even then he couldnâ€™t help but wonder what they could be up. True, it may not have been his business to think about such things but he just wanted his damn payment.<br/><br/>Funny how he thought of those things, before he would do a job and not really care too much about money, now it was becoming vital. Money was what made society what it was mostly anyway, without it youâ€™re pretty much nothing, canâ€™t do a damn thing. He was a bit behind on his bills and he really didnâ€™t want to lose his place if he got behind on rent, too.<br/><br/>Pushing his way towards the door, he decided to just go outside. With everyone gawking at what happened with the woman he was starting to feel crowded anyway and wasnâ€™t in the mood for drinking anymore. What he had would satisfy him for now. He patted himself down and swore under his breath when he realized he must have left his keys inside, and went back to get them, being careful while he did so. Luckily they were just sitting on the counter where he was. Someone asked him if he was driving and he just ignored them, heading back towards the door.