Taking a look at the chair with disdain, before brushing it off before sitting down, since it was covered in dog hair after all. Taking a look around in your living room while you change, smiling very nicely as he sees you in your new outfit. Finding that much more reasonable for a freelancer.<br/><br/>"Ah yes, the job. I have a certain 'cargo' coming by boat into town within the day. The problem being that the cargo in question is under the name of a woman. Which is completely fictitious mind you. What I need from you is to pretend to be the woman that the box has been addressed too and pick it up. Once you have the cargo you shall bring it back here, where my second in command will come around and collect it from you. At which point you shall be paid. Sound reasonable Madam Keela? I have papers here to the effect that you can show evidence that you claim to be as you say you are."