"I don't think that'll be a problem." A man had stood up since the conversation started, and had made his way towards the duo. He was surprisingly young--not too much older than themselves, but he matched the description that their informant had given them. Pale blue eyes (one fake), black hair neatly groomed, a sleek cybernetic arm, and a stylish crimson jacket with the insignia of the Arrowhead. This was Michael Drake, no doubt about it. When he saw the girl, he squinted ever so slightly, as if noticing something familiar, but didn't choose to comment on it. He let the moment hang for a second. "So, what do you want?" He said neutrally, shooting Alpha a glance.