Ricardo was digging into a pocket for a cigar, running it into his lips as he tilted his head before lighting it with the wooden match. His cheeks caved in as flares of thick smoke exited the corners of his mouth. When he heard his name, he did not look up until the end of the cigar was bright red. He took a deep breath of aged nicotine before removing it from his mouth, his stoic eyes giving her entire body a slow look over.<br/>"Who you looking for again, little girl?"<br/>His words were calm, three seconds after speaking a jet of thick smoke blew out of the left corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>He walked towards a private booth and waved the bouncer aside, it was her decision to follow him. Masterarm never replied to his street name or his birth name in public, he knew people were out to get him and to admit to his name was as foolish as pointing him out. It appeared someone had this evening, whoever it was would soon learn a viscous lesson. From his seat, he looked over to the bar and spotted a lady out of her element. She carried herself in a manner that was not fitting to the scene, same for the red head that had called him out. Lot's of women out of their element tonight, he wondered what had brought them all out. Ordering a round of his "usuals", he summoned the one at the bar and waited for the other to see which one would arrive first. The detective would recognize him, he was one of the most ruthless attorneys in the city and ran one of the most notorious practices.