He laughs. "Trust me. I'm real good at trackin' people down."

Majima takes the card and gives it a quick glance before tucking it in his breast pocket, exchanging it for a card of his own: matte black with embossed gold lettering and his family seal. He offers it to Isidor with two hands.

Her confidence earns his respect, but he's made a mental note to verify her bona fides. "I hope you're right 'bout that. Ain't in a position to waste my time and cash on half-assed plans."