<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Investigation<br/><hr/>"None taken," Gordon confirmed with a nod. Honestly he wasn't surprised. Hearing the variety of people it catered to went well with the masks that they wore. It being  shadow of itself was also understandable with the war. But it was clearly working at trying to reclaim what it was before.<br/><br/>An eyebrow rose, and Gordon did his best not to look for the moment. Instead he nodded to the bartender. 'Thanks for the info, and the drink. I'll keep that in mind," he replied, holding on to the glass as he rose.<br/><br/>Skirting the dance floor, he let several minutes pass simply observing and enjoying the music. After a bit he would approach the man who had been pointed out by the bartender, though he wasn't too quick about it. Sidling up near the piano, he shot a nod to Martin. "Hey," he said, without mentioning his name. "A little birdie told me you're close to Alex. Maybe know a thing or two about getting things for people. Is that right?"