The Outlook club is much like it was a few weeks ago and despite the shooting business has not suffered in the least bit. Wearing a fairly nice shirt and slacks, along with a nicer dress jacket Larin is standing in sitting in front of the restaurant desk. He checks his chrono every so often in his usual nervous gesture. Arizhel chuckles and shakes her head. "Maybe we should find you a place to take a nap, hm? You're no good to me if you're not rested." She gives a faint smirk and quirks a brow. "So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about, anyway?"