You knocked upon the door to the apartment of Mordecai Heller. You haven't seen him at Marigold lately and decided to check on him. When the door had opened, you didn't expect him to hold you at gunpoint. He had a cool pack over his head to ease his fever with a blanket wrapped all over his body. Judging by his drained expression: he was not having it. He scowled exhaustively at you before eventually speaking in such a low, tired tone

"... Why, pray tell, are you here?"