Teja was dressed as well as every other day he spent in the office - a modest business suit with a muted maroon tie. Under his jacket, he had hidden several knives, a few coils of guitar string (Gibson LP Signature Gauge nickel-wound, because it was strong and made a better garrote wire than actual guitar strings) and a gun, just in case things got bad. Not that he was planning on having anyone that 359 targeted being a problem - he was thinking more along the lines of 359, herself. Under his shirt, he had a bulletproof vest. In fact, under all his clothes, he had on an extra layer that would make slashing wounds much less a trouble. He was being careful. Not to mention, he also had his so called life insurance, a homing beacon to which only one other person knew the frequency.
He pulled his hair into a ponytail at the nape of his neck and shaved and clipped his goatee, and after he looked presentable, he went to find 359. Seeing her out front, he approached, putting his hand at the small of her back. She was lovely, indeed. "You look different. Who knew you could look so respectable?" He commented.