Foggy looks uncertain, watching John as he gets the good once-over. It leaves him tingling, like he may have walked himself into a situation he can't walk himself out of, but since this guy doesn't have a gun pointed at him, and he hasn't thrown a punch or anything, Foggy decides to hear him out.

"Are you the one that stole it? Because if so, then no deal," he tells this man, eyebrows drawn. "But, if you've got credible evidence otherwise and can track down my wallet, then... I will tell Mr. Jacobs I found his wallet, and slip him a few extra samples to try to make up for the cash that wasn't there when I found it..."

Eyeing John, Foggy waits, trying hard to judge this book by its cover. Unfortunately, it doesn't give him much, and he holds out his hand expectantly to shake on it. "Don't shake on it if you don't mean it, either."