Chris waved to the security guards and smiles at Ptricia. "I feel safer already." He frowns slightly at the "mobility problem" comment. "From the couple of days I've spent with you, it's probably not what I expect." He surveys the club for a minute, glancing up at the ceiling. "Now that's cool." He thought for a moment about what to order. "Hmm. I think I'll have...yeah, just a Coke I guess." Shrugging, he walked over to Ptricia and leaned against one of the walls, thinking again for a moment. "Alright...what do you mean by mobility problem?"