The man blinked. "I don't know," He repeated. "It's just very important that I find him." He glanced back out at the window, watching the rain. He seemed hesitant to take up her offer, but eventually caved. "Okay. If you take me to the man, you can come." She knew something, and it was more than [i]he[/i] knew. He couldn't afford to lose that one link to the target...man...whatever he was. 

The nameless man pulled the door open and walked outside into the cold rain. It had felt nice to be dry and warm, but he felt as though such comforts weren't meant for him. They were meant for people, the kind with names and feelings.