A rather short, stocky man enters the bar, his feet dragging, head shaven and flightsuit stained. He reaches for the rather large knife on his belt buckle and places it on the guards table and continues onwards, making his way to the bar. He looks up at the bartender, eyes sunken and face scarred, speaking with an odd accent and mumbling most of his words.
"Whisky any kind, two bottles, mate."
Paddy Hughs hands his card to the bartender and smiles slightly, picking up the two bottles, placing one into his back pocket, he turns around, noticing Matilda he mutters to himself.
"Yokan, cannae' even send a message wae' out askin' nicely."
Walking up to Matilda, he taps her on the shoulder softly, extending a crumpled note outwards to her then with his job done, wanders off into a lone corner booth, placing both bottles down on the table. He starts to drink one whilst spinning the other idly on the table, lost in his own thoughts.
The note reads,"Matilda, I am busy at work but shall be with you as soon as I finish, Yoran."