Sheppard sipped his beer once more and smiled as the woman from the square slid over a piece of paper. She was French or Italian he guessed from her accent, definitely European. "I'd say they're desperate and I'd take a guess and say its the same as this one," he said taking his letter out from his vest, holding it up between two of his fingers. "If that alone isn't enough then killing the scorpion would be my first guess," he added just in case this woman had mistaken him for someone else. Clearly asking what was on the paper was a test. Taking one more sip he turned on his bar stool to face the woman. "Michael Sheppard," he said, offering her a hand after placing his beer down on the bar. He was silently pleased his assumption had been correct, although at the same time he couldn't help but feel it would be easier to blend in alone. Looking the woman up and down he decided there were probably worse allies to have in this country. Her age could only suggest experience if she was selected for a mission such as this. "I don't suppose you have a plan yet?" Michael asked. "I tried the market but there were a few too many locals to be of any use."