"Well I had more interest in the chemicals one would use to -create- narcotics, but if someone's already producing I suppose it would be easier to see what I can get from them, info-wise. Aside from that though, I also had in mind several.... industrial chemicals for various uses." He quirks an eyebrow at the mention of a scrapyard, his malevolent grin returning as he nods his head. "That will definitely come in handy then. Thank you."<br/><br/>He pauses a moment, before he slides the money toward Leah, nodding his head. "I'll stay here in case that Samuel fellow comes back, I'd like to have a... chat with him about his suppliers." He flicks something at Grant next, a small object that turns out to be a folded trio of bills. "And that was helpful, so here's a share for you. Hmmmm..." He pauses a moment, and lets out a soft chuckle, turning back to Leah<br/><br/>"Y'wouldn't happen to let him ply his trades in the main room would you? I wouldn't want to miss my chance at meeting that dealer of yours... Now I'm curious, does he bring trouble with him? That sort of person is the most entertaining." He leans back into his seat, the barstool not creaking nearly as badly now, as he places another bill onto the counter. "And this is for drinks. If I'm going to wait I may as well put myself into a better mood for when he arrives."