"I never mind you coming by. In fact, If I had it my way you'd never leave." Her father said, putting the safety back on his firearm and laying it back in it's proper place. "I'm glad you like it. Small but it does it's job." He didn't entertain and on the rare occasion he was forced to, they would meet at a restaurant so space wasn't an issue. Really, one man didn't need much. His front room was cozy, A comfortable tan chair sat ona rug in front of the TV, a loveseat set against the wall on the off chance he might have company. The adjoining kitchen had an open plan and it was easy to see Harry had been sitting at the kitchen table with the paper and his computer. An old typewriter stood in another corner of the room. It was antique but still worked. A little hobby. "So, what's up..."