Kahlil actually looks slightly reassured by that somewhat worrying descriptor. "Scary people to deal with scary problems," he mutters. He rattles off an address--it seems the warehouse he chose is as far away from populated areas as it could reasonably be.

"The company's name is Faulkner, something like Yoon or Yuan, Reid, and Eames," he adds. "They never sent anyone other than that von Brandt guy, though. And I, uh...I'd take some antiseptics and bandages, if that's still on offer."