Callaghan, today, isn't out and about; today he's at his work table, drafting some notes, and as such when there's a knock at the door? He's able to call a one moment as he sets the pens and like aside, carefully making sure that none are at risk at getting on the papers. A few moments later and he's at the door, opening it and smiling slightly in greeting.

"Ah, Tony..."

Well, that's a bit of a blank face. Still, Callaghan keeps his manners.

"Something I can do for you?" he questions, stepping aside to let the youth in. The apartment is small - a studio, really - but has at least enough room for him to have a guest or two.