The back door to the shop banged open as Farraday bounced out. He was wearing a long black-and-gray leather coat, lighter-weight cycle boots, gray silk shirt, and the same black vest as earlier. He also had a new, rose-colored stone dangling from a silver chain on his left ear. He looked up and down the alley, oblivious to what he'd interrupted. "Wiz," he said, eyeing the trash barriers. "Well, time to get down to business." He squatted down.