"--Ravens rise." Samuel had finished the sentence, confirming he was in fact legitimate. He took Mason's hand and shook it with a strong and firm grasp. "Samuel Weiss." He told Mason as he let go of his hand. Giving one more sweep of the room he focused his gaze on the old man. "Honestly I'm surprised a laundromat hasn't opened up earlier in this piss poor state of a planet. But I'm here for some information, and clothes of course. You wouldn't happen to met any...interesting figures have you?"