Markus finds a chair near Black Tony, nodding to the man as he sits,<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Look forward to workin' with you, pal."</span>. The gambler takes another sip of his whiskey before stuffing the cigar back into his mouth, he looks around at the group once again this time resting his eyes on each person a moment as if evaluating them.<br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
"How are we playing this? Going in there guns blazing? Sneaking in, digging around in their computers? Or... do we have a contact that just needs a little 'palm greasing'? All of the above maybe?"</span>he speaks this while still holding the cigar in the corner of his mouth by the teeth, his speech slightly muffled.<br/><br/>He crosses his leg, the bathrobe partly revealing his bare, tanned, leg. He dangles the slipper from his lifted leg as he continues to look around, smiling and awaiting a response. He<b><i> seemed</i></b>right at home, completely at ease, even surrounded by these unknown people.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>