Erik took the box under one arm and stood again - He was a tall man, nearing six and a half feet, and easy to be followed even through a crowd of people down three floors and into a door that read 'employees only'. He held the door open and waited for Malakai, eyes fixed on the other man as he stood completely still. He had waited in vain for Pam to text or call him back all evening, and decided only moments ago that if she wasn't around, and none of his usual daytime companions were at his beck and call, that he'd suffice for someone else.
Once Malakai caught up to him, Erik started down a set of stairs that led from an employee lounge, down to another door, which she shouldered open and opened up to a rather posh sitting room with overstuffed plush leather chairs and a sofa, an all-too-modern glass table, and to the back of the room, a series of doors. The one that was open (and the only one that had a deadbolt) showed the corner of a bed on the other side. He set the box down, and sighed. "It's no home, but it will do for now. Have a seat. Now if you were to manufacture this en masse, how would you go about it? I imagine that you've got a vat of it in your garage out back of your home."