Oh Namor had no doubt that she was serious about getting the Fantastic Four's equipment back. That didn't mean it was going to happen. It just meant that he something to string her along for awhile. He wasn't quite ready to give up on her as a prospect and any sort of leeway helped. "Oh, It's safe. Trust me." He smiled into the phone as he stepped into a waiting limo. Even in disguise royalty was royalty. "As for me? Why I'm in your New York, of course.."
She relented faster then he might have expected there. Perhaps something else was bothering her? No matter. A win was still a win. "There's Bistro not far from Seventh and Third. I'll be waiting." With that, he clicked the phone off and leaned back in his seat. This should prove interesting. At last he knew now that the Fantastic Four were still alive and operating. That meant Reed had survived the Zombie outbreak from earlier this year. The news wasn't surprising but it was a disappointment. The limo drove straight on to the meeting place and his driver arranged a table for them in advance. It wasn't terribly surprising for Namor to arrive at the Bistro first. He killed time by people watching. Humanity was so interesting to watch here in the metropolis. Willfully ignorant of their coming doom.