Turning a full 360 with his crutch as a pivot, the man gave Daniel a mock salute, the entire gesture being rather energetic for a cripple. "Carrier," he said as he caught his breath, the feat still taking a toll on him, "Mason Cartier, owner of this here cleaning unit. And you are?" Even he couldn't hide his tone. The question was vestigial; pointless as he already knew Daniel from both the file Sam sent him in addition to his drones observing his shooting practice.