He leaned his head back as she opened the door and looked her up and down quickly. It was instinctive, the sort of thing a person might do without thinking. But when he did it now, wireframes and readouts appeared without being bidden. Her exact height and weight, her age, DOB, police reports suggesting that she might have superhuman abilities, the list went on. He tried to look past it, to just see the woman standing in front of him the way he used to.
She was pretty, beautiful even, in a ragged, punk rock sort of way. She came off as the type who didn't have any time for bullshit, which suited Rhodey just fine.
"I know about your legal problems Miss Jones, that's not why I'm here. I'm looking for Will Simpson." Rhodey raised a forearm to lean against the door-frame. "I got... I guess you might call it a promotion, recently. I've recently gained access to a lot of classified information. And its my job to sift through all of it for threats to the government or the military. I can see things others can't. Patterns, loose ends, things that don't add up. And the trail I'm on currently ends with Simpson."
Rhodey leaned back raising both of his gloved hands "I get that you've got your own problems right now, but what little I know about this man is enough to worry me. I think he's part of something bigger, something which could be extremely dangerous. If you could answer some questions, you'd be helping me keep people safe..." He waited for a beat before adding, with a slight grin "And I'll pay for your time."