Zalus sat himself in front of the desk and over-viewed the questionnaire, nodded to himself a couple times, and got down to the task. His scrawl was clean - one might say he had a woman's writing - and his work was not interrupted at all. After finishing the artwork that was his handwriting, he slid the papers and pen back to the man who had yet to introduce himself, and leaned back a bit. His heartbeat still heavy, he reached into his jacket and retrieved a fine cigarette case, and almost opened it before asking, "Do you mind?"