"Oh, Joshua! Thought I got your voice-mail. I uh. Right! Well, I was wonderin' if you'd mind stoppin' by my Studio. Animus is over, few others and we're talking business you know?"
Well, he had been planning on spending the day at the range, emptying a few thousand rounds into paper targets until the smell of cordite would hang around him in a haze...
"I don't believe I've been to your studio. Give me directions and I'll be there as soon as I can."