dramatically flopping onto the sofa I’m boooooored. When’s the next job? I’m gonna get rusty.

exhaling a slow stream of smoke, not looking up from polishing a slender, wicked-looking blade Patience is a virtue, Al. The city is quiet. For now.

Quiet is bad! Quiet means they’re planning something! he points an accusatory finger at the ceiling I can feel it in my… uh… my karmic stake!

poking his head in, his cheerful Kansai accent filling the room Mornin’, everyone! Hope I’m not interruptin’ your beauty sleep, Alma.

immediately scowling Ugh. It’s the money grubber.

stepping fully inside, a warm smile directed past Alma And a very good mornin’ to you, Y/n. You’re lookin’ bright as a new coin today.