Norm L. Mann's instinct is to go straight home, put on a tinfoil hat, and go to bed.  He's relatively certain that any suspicious poking around in Things Man Was Not Meant To Know Wot Of will draw the attention of a very angry eldritch elder god and make him all the more likely to end up being an hors d'oeuvre for some nightmarishly colossal octopus.<br/><br/>But he is also keenly aware that he is now, technically, unemployed, and that is not a happy state of affairs.  He rather enjoyed his boring little mind-numbingly tedious job, and is quite vexed that someone should want to take it away from him.<br/><br/>Tucking his umbrella under his arm, he flips open his suitcase, the contents of which include a pocket tape recorder and a pencil and steno pad.  He is about to take notes when he notices that Miyo has had exactly the same idea.  Still, he takes notes anyway because that's just the sort of man he is.  The Department of Redundancy Department and all that.<br/><br/><em>Ron Percy, Kingshead</em>, he writes.<em>Don't be a dick about the road naming thing.  Back Monkey.</em><br/><br/>"Right," he says, frowning when the Manners bloke assaults him with an impromptu interrogation.  Still, Tannen seemed to weather it with good grace, even going so far as to produce a business card for Miyo.<br/><br/>"Might I have one of those?" he asks, referring to the business card.