Norton packed a small leather suit-case for the trip, which he holds in the hand that isn't holding Neal's hand. A few spare outfits and a gun hidden in a holster under his suit jacket is all he brought with him. Everything else, he expected to obtain in New York. But when, between one blink and the next, they're suddenly in a bright, airy room full of glass, Norton glances around curiously, taking in the room and the small crowd of people piling in.

"Going out on a limb, but I don't think this is your flat," Norton whispers to Neal before he steps forward with his hand delicately outstretched.

"How do you do, I'm Norton Folgate. You must be Agent Burke. I've heard ever so much about you."