Date: March 13th 1861
Time: 16:25
Location: Austrian Embassy

Schreech, went the door.

Lochau hastily pulled a stack of documents from the other side of his desk to cover his half-empty whiskey bottle, and the bunch of empty ones laying beside it. He fixed his posture, swiped his hair off his eyes and tried to look as official and representing as he could. He'd gotten virtually no visitors before, and that idiot Galishoff had always informed him beforehand earlier. He eyed Redding from head to toe and made a mental note to lower that stupid servant's salary for letting such an unpleasant-looking individual inside in the first place. 

Oh, and how funny this man was. How funny. A pesky outlaw for hire, who wouldn't need one?

"I am looking. For. A painter."

Lochau said with the coldest voice. He was about to get up and show Redding the door, but didn't. Perhaps there was truth to the man's words, and perhaps someone like this could come in handy on the long term. Perhaps. Or not. The Austrian hadn't really managed to make any enemies in the Aeraport, but that could of course change any time. Especially once he'd find the time to familiarize himself with the ruling political factions and their goals. He obviously wouldn't want to risk losing his reputation over some trivial matters anyways, would he?

"Ehm... I must inquire, does a man like you slither from one influential person to another, or did you come here, to me, for some specific reason? Do I look like I... Actually, forget it. I don't really care all that much. Out of my office, please."

He snapped the fingers of his right hand and lazily raised it to point towards the mahogany door.

"Also, return that painting to wherever you acquired it from. By God do I hope you haven't done harm to the hand that created it."