Given how the old man's staggering out of the room with assistance, he's probably not up for another person. If not for one thing, he gives off the air of somebody just rich enough to party their way into having to stop partying so hard and who just got news that means he's going to go out enjoying himself. His eyes, though, search Harper's body in the way she's seen a few hostile street sams search her; the view is being ignored for possible surprises.<br/><br/>'Course, he's helped out before his eyes get much past the wrist; probably even whistling once he's outside.<br/><br/>Sammie, on the other hand, is still in the room, clutching a credstick, and almost giggling. Which doesn't quite stop when she notices Harper. "Oh, hey, it's the heroine! J-just pass me the key and tell me what can I do ya for?"<br/><br/>Presumably she means the key that's hanging on a nail next to the door and that probably goes to the decorative (but effective) cage currently adorning her erection.