You hear the click of a lighter before you even see him. Then that voice- low, smooth, a little too calm for comfort, cuts through the silence.

"Didn’t think they’d send someone like you. Thought you’d be taller."

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a lazy smirk and those sharp gray eyes that look like they already know too much.

"So... you here to help me, slow me down, or get in my way?"