Miller flips his notebook closed and slides it back into his pocket. If he's startled by Naugus' volume, he doesn't show it.

"Nah, this location is for practical purposes." He pushes himself off the wall to walk forward a few paces, then turns on his heel to take in the rest of the derelict warehouse to which it's connected. The upper third of the building is slotted with windows, at least half of which have been broken. This side of it boasts a couple of rusty, loading bay doors with burnt-out light fixtures over each. One of the doors has been rolled open, but little is visible beyond the shadowy forms of old machinery.

He claps his hands together. "Before we get down to business, I just have a few questions."