He followed her into the ragtag building, visibly relaxing as the heavy door closed behind them, reducing the howling of the wind and the patter of the snow to nothing more than background noise. They continued through another door and into a grim, windowless apartment. Grayther looked around. Greyish, undecorated walls, dim lights, and a crack in the wall here and there suggested a resident who tried not to stay in one place too long. Nevertheless, the apartment was neat and clean. Grayther pulled off his sniper rifle from his back, putting it on the floor and resting it against a chair. He then shrugged off his wet coat, draping it across the back of the chair.<br/>"I hope you don't mind. I don't exactly plan on going anywhere else tonight," he said as he turned back to Rea. He sat down on the chair and pressed his fingertips together. "I... suppose it's time I tell you a little more than my name. I'm some sort of hired gun for the government. I'm fairly sure that you're one of our many informants who provides us with information on the syndicates and other, small-time criminals. And now, the informants have begun to die all over the city. Someone knows who you are and is tracking you. So what I want to know," he leant forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "...is if you have had any contact to other hackers, spies, or the like. The fewer, the better."