"If they're willing to fuck over xenians as a distraction, I don't think they're ready to ask us for cups of sugar, no, neighbours or not."

Smoke rises like the incense people sometimes light, then, only much more acrid, and just as dry. When Deacon flashes a smile, it is forced; barely just shows teeth and fades quickly, because-- "You're the man with the information; I'm just the one proper pissed off," and he mimics Remy's accent around those last few words. His sense of humour increasingly brittle.

But you know, as with Remy, you can only stay actively angry for so long. Sometimes it needs to be conserved for the right moments.

"Breaking things is not wildly outside of my skillset."