He hummed into his drink as he slowly drained it. A slight unfocusing of his eyes as he felt the alcohol hit him again, a warm sensation, but not enough to unfocus his mind. Something about his race and his addictive habits made it harder for things to affect him. "I can get that. It's dangerous in general out there, but you have the added danger of your talent. There are some safe zones, but not enough to ensure prolonged safety. I wish I could promise that."

He opened the paper again and took another look a the numbers. Maybe an address? Maybe a code? He wasn't really sure. It would be nice to check out some of the other antique shops to see if they have any similar products moving through. But he was going to go about things at Val's pace, it would be better for her.