As Jack peered inside, he did indeed find someone waiting for him. The man didn't seemed all too concerned, though, sitting on a chair that he had moved to the back of the room. He leaned against the wall with his chair, staring at the ceiling vacantly. The man wore a dark blue jumpsuit, something he had come to notice was rather common for mechanics in this town. The label on his breat read “Fine Tunings,” one of the placed he had attempted to look for employment from. The name tag read simply “Joey.” That was the only indication of who he could be, not that it did the resident of this apartment much good.

Only a moment passed before the man blinked and looked back towards the doorway. “Oi, finally. I've been waiting for an hour,” he groaned, letting the chair drop back to all four. “You're that country boy, right? Archer?”