Big smegging deal. Okay, IronHell. Kicking back in his battered easy chair, Adam Two Bears tugged on the gold stud in his earlobe as an aid to thought. Not expecting any business calls today, he was in casual attire with only a light armored vest underneath and a legal Narcoject pistol holstered at his hip. Not his best togs, but thankfully, not his worst either. Good thing he’d decided to help Louie fix the public lav tomorrow and not today. Chewing a lip, Two Bears shook his head. "No. Sorry. Don’t know the guy."