It was dangerous to move about in the fog without a Lantern. Though the light could be viewed as near useless to the user, save for some measure of comfort, it was more a sign of goodwill for ones fellows on the streets. A lantern signified that some soul was there behind the fog, holding it, and trying to find their way to their destination. This avoided the unpleasant, and undoubtedly uncouth action of bumping into someone in the darker places of the Fallen London streets. 

Montana, quite against his outward appearance as a well kept gentleman, had no such lantern. Which meant his eventual collision into someone that did was quite intentional. 

As he rounded off of a particularly dark alleyway, his body met with another. He quickly made his apology, and left with a quick pat of the other persons breast-pocket. The slight out of paper giving way under weight could be heard. A message delivered, a message received. This person would be momentarily confused, obviously the kind of person who's first reaction wasn't one of immediate retribution, hence the lack of knife in Roderic's ribcage. By the time they realized that a message had been left, the courier was long gone lighting the lantern he had stowed to blend in with the other responsible, self concerned citizens of the Fifth City.

The Singing Mandrake was his final destination, somewhere to idle for a few hours while he decided what his next job was going to be for the day. 

He crossed the threshold, quickly shaking whatever droplets had gathered on the brim of his hat, off. There was little do be done about his overcoat, he had no choice but to wait for the room temperature to dry it out. 

The man took a quick run of the room, a dash of colour caught his eye, which inspired him to take a seat in the immediate area. The only available booth seemed to be manned by a heavily armed gentleman sporting a rather obsessed look. 

Roderic removed his hat, and strode towards the booth, before he spoke, he gave a short, but courteous bow. 

"Good Day, It's not my wish to impose so boldly, but would you mind if I took a seat here? I'm quite fond of it's proximity to the bar."