Green looked up as the brunette with the glasses came back. "Huh? Floaty things....? OH! You mean a ball cock?" He pointed to a large plastic bin sitting on a low shelf just inside the door. "Right there, lady." He looked around. "Where's that mutt of yours? There's some fragile stiff back there..."<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow as the young woman asked about his employees. He was about to tell her to minf her own business when something she said struck a chord. "Oh, don't you talk to me about that! My paper... Damn thing got stolen two days running. I found it in the bin out back, round near the warehouse. Ripped to shreds it was, like it had been mauled by some giant monster!"