"You're talking to a man who puts in more than 80 hours most weeks." Merr chuckled, picking up his coffee. "'Leaving on time' is not quite in my vocabulary." He gave her a small nod of thanks before moving back to the comfy chair and table he'd settled in.
Taking a sip of his coffee he lifted his tablet to go over his notes, but couldn't help a glance up to the girl behind the bar. Zel had been quiet since the seizure, at least 'in person', but he could just imagine what she'd be saying if she were there. Then again, most of The Wire knew of him, and if they didn't after Zel's trial they had a pretty good idea. After all, helping to get off a member of their own from murder tended to get you a lot of attention.