"Wonderful, I feel very safe." There was a dryness to that, but he eased it with another more sincere smile. He'd find his seat slowly, carefully settling, straightening his tie and then murmuring: "Been working on quite a few things. Keeping the old lines in weaponry, mostly, with the correction of few glitches. Looking to create a new handheld gun...for the army, of course, no private use." But that was said with a smile that was almost wolfish. Of course. Because new, dangerous weaponry would surely never ever 'fall off the van' and find its way to other buyers. "But we're gaining in leaps and strides on the bio front."
"A few research things that might interest you. Boring and dry of course, but..." A thumb drive, heavily encrypted, pressed across the table. "Just a few things to share with you. Think of it as a gift." It was just a teaser of one of the drugs his lab was working on, as Moretti would later learn. Proving himself useful. "But of course I don't know what portions of my business particularly interest you." He could guess, but it was always best to hear it from the man himself. Beyond the guise of what they were doing, he wanted to know more about Moretti himself needed - how he could help Moretti.