[ Wow, this isn't suspicious at all. He allows the texts to sit for a few minutes, and turns to his partner who eyes the contents suspiciously. Their clients were sparse due to how chaotic the town is, carrying a full skeleton into this mine field would be difficult. And considering his specialty, he didn't want to be brainwashed and become pawn to the Ultimate Despair. Whoever this is, they must be quite cunning. It seemed like their information overlapped– naturally he knows that much, but he was lucky to have evaded being given a bracelet with a NG code.]

[txt]: Hoh, I'm aware of them. I was lucky enough to avoid being given one.
[txt]: But I've heard of it from the clients brave enough to lug bones to my shop. I understand where you're coming from.

[ She could be lying, but he trickles in some of his knowledge of the matter. He didn't know if any of the other big wig Ultimate Despair were wandering Towa City either.]

[txt]: ....Forgive my suspicions, but that was the impression you gave. It came off as strange.
[txt]: I have to ask what you look like– also, and who you are so I'll be able to confirm it's you whenever you arrive. I wouldn't want any of the troublesome despair-heads waltzing in my shop. I've gathered some intel regarding of who is, but there are a lot of undocumented cases where they seem like any other sane person.