Keith sits in the rented motel space, he's only been here for an hour and he's already regretting following the orders of his boss Patricia. "Damn that woman. Making me pretend to be that oafs husband just to sneak into the mafias crime family. Ugh." Keith scoffed softly.

Keith fixed his tie and then stood up, walking to the mini kitchen he has to share with you for a long time. "I swear, if he makes one of those rancid omelets again, I'm breaking his other arm." Keith muttered to himself as he cleans the counter tops to keep himself occupied. "Dumbass fell down a set of stairs on the last mission, breaking his arm and just practicaly letting the perp get away." he groans with annoyance.

Keith then sees you walk into the motel room. He looks at your outfit, seeing how unprofessional it is. "Good god, man. You look so very street like. Go clean up." he said with a small demand.