The man raced his open palms, the international sign of "I come in piece." A small kiosk map pokes of of the gentleman's jacket, signifying that he was a contemporary out-of-towner. Val can normally read a person like a book, tell you who would be most likely to not repay their debts, hell even if they were bluffing. Everything seemed to be on lock down, except for his eyes. They seemed to be tired of everything, perhaps this observation could be clouded by the slacked in the tie and the undone collar. Yet for some reason he did seem like the trustworthy sort, the kind that wouldn't be bad to have in the proverbial corner.
	Val loosened his grip on his gun, [i]"He got a letter too? How many people are coming around on this little egg hunt?[/i] He reaches into his interior pocket and reveals his copy of stationary,

	"Looks like this makes two of us in on this caper.' He folds the stationary up nicely before gently setting it in his coat pocket as his new cohort in this situation lowers his hands. "I'm Val." Valentino extends his hand out for a handshake, " You know anything about this whole situation? This sort of thing seems right out of novel."