Macklemore is very pleased with the report that Bunny gives out. So pleased that he sends a message saying that if things are still clear tonight, she's getting the dwarf's pay. Only with a good deal more dramatic lighting underscoring the fixer's anger at the absentee and possible treachery. And, sadly, the contact number seems to have been faked or spoofed somehow. It now connects to a cheap take-out place that was at least known to both Eddie and the Shaman. It is, however, not the place's delivery number, but an internal one used for calls to other businesses owned by the same person.<br/><br/>It'd be a great place to start if the guy hadn't been dead since the second of January, according to Macklemore. Family? Well, one of the other conversationalists didn't care (Macklemore would take other options as far as dealing with the dwarf), and the other didn't know enough to get started searching. If Bunny really wanted to follow up, Eddie was more than willing to share information. Just send him whatever happens with the dwarf if it ever leads there.<br/><br/>Leon is looking far better after having woken up and having downed one of the anti-headache pills. Whatever is in it seems to work well with the alterations to his body, and he swears that pains he wasn't even aware of were gone. Admittedly, those pains could have been masked by the sedatives and then the adrenaline, but he feels so much better.<br/><br/>"At this point, I'd take spray-on stuff if it'd keep me a little warmer. Or cooler" Leon says on getting the robe. "I think I started to dream about being in the tank. It was uncomfortably room temperature if you know what I mean? Or perhaps you don't. I'm not sure." The dryad is nervously rambling while waiting for the taxi. (And thankfully it wasn't the one Bunny had ridden in recently.)