Saul Goodman was the sort of lawyer that only the guilty visited. It was with a shameful sort of regret that you found yourself amongst his usual clientele.

"Mr Goodman will be with you in a moment."

Francesca reassured you plainly, gesturing you to a seat in the waiting room.

After a solid 15 minutes wait, you heard the vague muffled sound of Saul's incredulous yelling about something or other. The soundproofing could hide the words at least, but not the volume. Francesca practically winced.

"...do you want some water?"

She offers, grimacing.