Daniel's eyebrow quirks at the mention of nineteen thousand dollars. Split between three, even that would be enough to cover his bills for the next month or two. He snapped out of it when Elena asks her question, quickly answering, "I won't be ordering anything else, thank you," and then turned back to Norum, "So we just gotta find the guy, grab the stuff, and take it where it needs to be? Seems simple enough," he stopped, taking a bite from his entree, and wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"But we don't know what happened to the supplier. They might have clapped him, sure, but what if they're holding him hostage?" he asked Norum, in a slightly hushed tone, so as to avoid attention from the surrounding tables.
