Morning. [Lupin smiles quickly, covering any trace of his insecurities. He knew that he didn't need to worry around Law, but it was a very old habit that was born of regulations which made medical treatment very difficult for a man of his profession. He takes the bag curiously, and peeks inside at the vial and the print out.] Is this the...?
July 1st // Action
[Does he need to say it in public?]