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Izzy glances involuntarily towards the door at Des's action, certain that the scraping noise, horrible as it sounded, would attract Molly ready to rain down hell on the culprit. She remembers one thing as she watches Des stand up.

"Were we not waiting for someone else who you said was late, guv...?

A tall-ish, solid looking bloke ambles into the room, backpack over his shoulder. Few visible tattoos, nothing scary. Every item of clothing on his body looks like a decent quality second hand buy from one of the city's wandering laneway markets. Shades of dark blues and dark browns. Acceptable wear in an old corner pub or a City gourmet gin bar.

He tries a half smile and a wave. "How do. I'm Skipper, I may be in the wrong place..." East Ender accent without doubt.

"Huh, speak of the devil..." Izzy says, as she glances at the newcomer. "DC Isabel Cooper, but Izzy's fine."

She extends a hand to welcome Skipper, while hiding her slight puzzlement at the range of new additions to the Folly, Nightingale's new motley crew.

Skipper gently shakes the proffered hand. "DC Cooper, Izzy," he adds with conscious effort. "I'm really feeling I might be in the wrong place."

Nightingale nods curtly to the newcomer, as if peeved at the man’s late arrival.

“Ah, the final member of the team has arrived: welcome to the Folly Skipper. The clock is ticking, so I’m afraid the others will have to brief you en-route to the Cappuccino Lounge.”

And with that he takes his leave.

“Try not to blow anything up!” his voice echoes back through the atrium.

"Dr. Jordan Schneider," says Jordan to Skipper, offering his own hand. "I'm not entirely sure why I'm here either, but I guess they know what they're doing."