Daniel looks up from tinkering with his PDA to see a motley crew of five walk through the door. He furrowed his brow, picking up his glass of water and taking a sip.
"Danny!"
Daniel snapped out of his focus on the entering group, looking back at the man sitting across from him. "Sorry, sorry," he said, going back to tapping at his data pad.
"The footage is sent, along with any notes I took. I've gotta say, it's looking bleak, I don't think you're gonna be able to do it -- "
"You leave the heist stuff to us, Danny, don't you forgetin' doubt me," the man said, pointing sternly at him.
Daniel rolled his eyes, sipping from his water, "Get out of my forgetin' hair already, you're making a scene," he replied.
The man got up and shuffled out of the booth, maintaining eye-contact with Daniel, who began to shoo him away with his hand, turning his attention back toward the group. He reached for his gloved right hand, revealing an abnormally shiny hand. He places his hand on the table, his hand beginning to gently vibrate. "Lots of metal in this room," Daniel remarked under his breath.
Sipping his water, he continued to stare toward the group, furrowing his brow.
e: made this easier to read, typed it up on my phone