Charles shook his hand, his own palm firm to the touch and calloused like a beast's paw, the smile though was perhaps a bit off putting, however earnest it may be. "Most certainly! Pleasure working with you Mr. Fisk." As he let the hand go he went about stowing the precious item some place he would only know until his shift was up. A spark of hope was riddled in the amulet not just for the people it may provide sustenance for, but for him as well.

((wrap!))