Ernesto eyed the man on the couch, trying to determine just who he might be. His men had called him a street rat, but something subtle about his demeanor said otherwise. Ernesto couldn't be sure, of course, but he had ways of finding out, if not exactly proving it. He cleared his throat to get the man's attention. "So...I understand that you've recently come into my employ. I apologize for the rough start you've had, but uh - people get suspicious when you just blurt out sensitive information. I hope that in the future, you'll remember to have a bit more tact."<br/><br/>He walked over to the wall cupboard where he kept his emergency liquor. He didn't drink, himself, and he usually never had guests in his office, but it was best to be prepared. He poured a double shot of whiskey into a glass, without ice, just so he wouldn't have to pour again, then offered it to the man on the couch. "Here, refresh yourself. Then, if you'd be so kind, I'd like to knwo your side of the story."