Grant had been, for a brief moment, confused. The outfit had been the furthest thing he would've associated with Ferrus, but he knew that smell far too well to be fooled for longer than a moment.<br/><br/>He remained silent for the moment, letting Leah answer. "If by chemicals, you mean narcotics, there was a dealer in here the other day. Name's Samuel, not sure where he lives because I was never too interested in that stuff though. He does come in here now and then, so I could tell him next time I see him, or you might bump into him whenever you're in here."<br/><br/>"There's a scrapyard for metal," Grant chimed in helpfully. "A gang used to use it for territory before all this happened. Dunno if they're still around, but if they are it might be dangerous. Of course, they might reasonable sorts - willing to settle on a deal or somethin'. Otherwise they're all dead or lost interest and it's all free for grabs. Gotta be tons of it - most folk have no use for that."