Rueben's Nevada vacation home was packed as usual, given the upcoming heist Danny Ocean's little crew of eleven had set up was coming in gor in the next few weeks. "Jus' gonna take peek in on our 'ostage." A dark skinned man with rounded sunglasses and an orange-ish tan coat calls, passing a guest bedroom where Danny and Rusty are paired off working on something or another.

The demolition expert was eager to see who'd they'd snatched up from the casino, given the crew had been watching them for a bit. Danny was big on 'no harming innocents', but while this one was involved they weren't entirely guilty neither.

Strolling into another spare room, he sees a figure tied up to a chair, and raps his knuckles on the red, art deco inspired door. "Knock knock, ya little monster. Came by for a chat, can't imagine you're to busy." He flashes a grin as he shuts the door behind him. "Whole crew has been wonderin' bout you," his cockney accent is thick. "Had to come see for meself."