In the early hours of the morning, a man who seems to be in his early 30s arrives at Lance’s door. He’s dressed in a faded long-sleeved green button down shirt and jeans. His soft black hair is damp as if he recently took a shower.  His brown eyes seemed tired as if this was far earlier than he normally woke up.  In his left hand, he holds a large manila envelope as he knocks with his right.  Half-yawning, he calls, "Lance Evans?"

The door opens up, Lance is wearing a long sleeved black shirt with a set of black jeans. He looks at the man with an impatient and irritated expression and asks him. "What do you want?"

“Aliyah doesn’t feel like coming down here herself, and I was already in the area. Actually, I live about 2 blocks west. No, I won’t cause problems. I just want to continue to sleep at my house if you don’t feel like telling me to get the hell out of your area,” the man says. He hands over the envelope, “There is an address in there. That’s your new place. Also keys to the Jeep Renegade out front as well as 10 grand. She says if you need more you know how to contact her.”  He looks behind Lance, "Do you want help moving or something?  I have some free time since I woke up this early."

Lance's nose twitches a couple of times as he sniffs the guy. "The smell is pretty weak, I guess you aren't a very powerful youma." He says as he looks back into his place at a single box and a futon that were all that he owned. He takes the envelope and looks inside then hands the guy the keys to the jeep. "I don't need a car I've got my own wheels so you can have it."

"Well, grab the futon and come with me." he says as they walk down the stairs and Lance opens up a shed then wheels out a motorcycle. It was on the slightly older end but it was in immaculate repair and a cheap looking side car had been attached. "Load the stuff in there and get on the back." he instructs.

Though before they get started he hands the man a helmet and says. "The rules are the same for you as anyone else. Don't start trouble in my territory and you're free to stay, start harming people in it and I'll kick your ass then kick you out, if I don't kill you." he explains simply.

“Ummm… well, I bought a new deodorant, so there’s that,” he says in regard to the smell, “But no, I’m not as strong as some of the others. Not the weakest either.” He pockets the keys to the car, “If you’re sure about that.”

He walks in and picks up the futon with relative ease before following Lance down the stairs. “Did you want me to grab anything else?” he says as he loads it up. He puts on the helmet and looks down, “Ahhh.. bitch seat. Somehow, I hoped that I out-aged that. But I won’t cause issues. Making trouble in the place where you live isn’t really ever a good idea in my mind, I kind of like some of the people who live here, and I have been things to do than going around stirring trouble. I suppose I would like to offer my assistance in protecting the area, but I doubt you would have much need for it.”