"Annnd ignore the...groupies," Spanner snorted. Dera certainly was, Uri padding forward to maintain a nice distance for everyone until the group got the little, flame locked door. They always established a safe home in any city they worked in. It made sense.

As ever there was a small pile of folded notes that had been slid under the door, Dera ignored those too. Proper needs he'd figure out with Spanner, or when his engineer talked to city hall. Notes were just wishful thinking and shit. "...sorry for the fucking mess."