Slave Street Security Office

"Yes, sit down. That would make things considerably easier." Raodan smiles, in the vain hope it would make him look nicer (it fails) as he stands up and leaves the office with a mobile phone in hand. He's making several calls to anonymous numbers and talking in a strange language; Valyrian, if Jaahlyn catches any, the Volantene dialect specifically. He leaves through a door in the back of the office; probably an apartment, or something.

He will, in fact, be gone for about fifteen minutes, leaving Jaahlyn in the security office alone, if she fancies poking about. There's the desk he was sat behind, a door behind that, several filing cabinets and a gun cabinet with a reinforced glass door.