<strong>Roughshod</strong><br/><br/>Although Renee had seemed to notice a bit of Nadia's concerns, she didn't say anything about the matter.  She was far too quickly enjoying the fame and amazement of the adoring fans.  By contrast, Aaron didn't seem to notice anything, but outside of his music, he rarely showed any major emotions.<br/><br/>The notice of a set break brought forth some disappointment from the crowd, but the more fervent of the clubbers were much too distracted with trying to collect the souvenirs of the charred bones of the people who had been suddenly slain.<br/><br/>One man, however, managed to work his way up through the crowds with the help of a pair of bouncers.  Out of place in a business suit amidst the hardcore punk attire more common to this area, he approached the trio while slipping a hand into his pocket.  "Fantastic job, Manual Automatic."  He spoke with distinction, likely bringing forth a number of Nadia's latent memories of professionalism from her father.  "My name is Arthur Cavary; you may have heard of Cavary and Sons' Pyrotechnics?"  He offered over his business card.<br/><br/>"I've seen some impressive displays in my day, but this is truly above and beyond.  I was curious if your band would be interested in doing a commercial for our company."  He gave a soft and polite smile.  "You're free to discuss it amongst yourselves if you like, and you can simply give me a call if you'd like to consider the matter."