Reesh would glance between the two before shaking his head. "Reesh did not intend to go in the building, just cross the road to talk. Still, you may be able to help Reesh. It is, difficult though. Talking about this could cause trouble, and Reesh is not sure to trust this newcomer, especially as they seem to be spying on Reesh".
The inside of the parlour is a comfortable looking place. Red cushions and curtains with intricate gold threading are carefully arranged for an almost regal effect, most likely out of respect for the dead. A counter sits near the back of the room, but no one is behind it. Instead an elderly well dressed gentleman is sat across from it reading datapad of daily news. As the door slides open he stands slowly to his feet. "Welcome, may I hel- oh my". The man would be taken aback as he spots the sheet covering the deceased.