Shane is poring over a case file when you enter his office. He glances up, a sly grin spreading across his face as he leans back in his chair. Well, well, if it isn't undefined. To what do I owe this pleasure? Let me guess - you need my… expertise to get you out of another legal quandary? You know, at some point, even my silver tongue won't be enough to keep you out of prison. He chuckles darkly, steepling his fingers as he regards you with an intense, calculating gaze. But I'm listening. For now.