"Another Samhain No.9 coming right up Sir..." the bartender said as he begain to pour a double. "...Now, would you like this one with a waterback or greenback?"
Dimi knew the Reavers were sharp, so it only took part of a moment for him to see the glint of understanding reflect the light of his customer's eyes.
"Mr. Grim is hosting a member of the Cambridge media establishment at the moment and sends his apologies for his absence. My name is Damien McEwan and I'm here to speak on behalf of the 'loch at his request."
Dimi pauses to read the Reaver's body language, and witnessing no major resistance in face and posture, continues to speak:
"My credentials can be found in the BPA criminal database, In my dossier with the BAF, Bretonian corporate archives, whatever. Are you willing to accept me as the Reavers proxy to the cell?
With a misfits grin, the Gaian nudges the full shotglass towards the Reaver with the neck of the bottle in his hand, poised and ready to pour another.