Claes leaned forward onto the table, not bothering to get a fresh coffee yes as the taste of the cheap gas station brew was still fresh on his tongue. He nodded as Thomas sat down and then shook his head in response to the question. he then turned his attention back to Max.

"Keeping busy between jobs. PI stuff, you know. As for feelings, I might have dismissed it as simple paranoia, I've sure as hell made some enemies, but then you brought it up. But yeah, there's something."

He caught the waitresses eye and gestured that he wanted one of what Max was drinking.

"I called everyone after I stopped by the scene, think I may be early though. As for my thoughts on it, I'll wait until everyone is here."