Chase didn't work very often these days, that is...jobs of a more standard nature. But running a six month self-defense course was a perfect way to earn perfectly legitimate income while also working in a place that allowed him to take part in a regular and intense exercise regime, not to mention there were sparring partners a plenty so he could keep on top of his game. When something of a youth with an American accent came in it earned a minor glance from the blonde haired Irish hitter. He had several tells that informed Chase he'd be the likely victor in what looked like what was about to be a British yob throwing his weight around to an American.<br/><br/>When the minor scuffle was quickly ended and, Chase wasn't sure if he was surprised or not, but the American wanted to speak with him. His hand brought up a waterbottle and he drank deep while regarding the person who needed his time. Brannigan's head tilted towards the manager on shift, he ha had a feeling privacy would be required.<br/><br/>"Hey Mitch, you mind me using for office for a few minutes?"<br/><br/>"Yeah sure....just you know."<br/><br/>"Yeah I know." he didn't but whatever. Regardless he gave the American a nod before gesturing to follow him to the office. It was a small box of a room with a few over polished trophies and pictures of the people who had almost sort of nearly became a bit famous locally and had learned in the gym. "You got ten minutes." He could give him more, but he wanted to set the tone of the discussion they were about to have. Placing himself into Mitch's seat behind the desk with an old apple computer. Back into the chair, elbows on the chairs arms and his hands by each other, fingers making that church steeple shape.