Norman has had a very long day, and he's exhausted from talking to three of the people Alton had wronged the most. But he'd made a promise to Mysterio, and he would keep it. Dressed in a polo shirt he'd cut holes in for his new legs and a pair of khakis, he waits at the entrance, a paper bag with a bottle of good whiskey in hand. He opted for the middle ground: not cheap, but not frivolous either.

As he waits, his mind whirls. He's got to be ready for anything, because there's no telling how all of this could go... When Quentin does appear, Norman nods in greeting, curbing the ingrained businessman's reflex to smile.

"You made it. Ever been in here before?"