"So basically, you have no idea what we are to find for you." A deep, Russian-accented voice speaks from beneath the popped collar of a leather coat, grey fur inside covering the Spec-Ops uniform the large man was wearing. A glass of clear liquid, and you could make a fair guess that the drinking glass wasn't filled with water, swung gently between the middle finger and thumb of the man in question, as if he was playing with it. The man seemed tired. Or bored. Or both. With the handgun he had easily visible from his left underarm, it didn't really matter; noone was going to call him on it. All in all, he seemed relaxed, though probably not yet drunk. "Sounds like basic animal-tested product of some kind. A weapon? Maybe. Super-soldier serum, ala Captain America? Maybe? Which would your company be more interested in, would you say?" It almost seemed like he was toying with the liason, simultaneously bullshitting and trying to get relevant information. After a quick gulp (gulp?) from his drink, he seemed to take it more seriously. He sighed, "So, you want us to leave in few days, or immediately?"