Blown on the Steel Breeze

zephyr

He gestures to his fucked-up face and you can't help wince in sympathy. "Heard about that. Hope y'know that wasn't one'a mine." This is surprisingly sincere and serious: your people definitely did not commit that particular sin. You wouldn't tolerate it if they did. There are unspoken rules of the underground, one of which has always been don't go for the face.

A rule which both Dickrector and 'Biter have now broken, and been summarily punished for.

Here's the thing that Nate does not yet know about you: you take your work very seriously. You've done a lot to reach your position on top of the smuggling heap, and you do a lot to maintain some semblance of legitimacy to your highly illegitimate business. Petty differences aside, business is business and work is work, so when he does reveal he's not here for pleasure you're quick to change your tone.

"A big diamond? Not an easy thing t'come by, that." Rising up from your place on the wall, you regard Nate frankly, not shying away from the fucked eye. "Not cheap, either." Gesturing for him to follow you turn and begin to walk down the dock, expecting him to be obedient. He's in your world, now.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still