Cozy?  Who the hell was getting cozy?  You don't survive unless you've people around you in a forsaken shit-hole like this.  Eli cocked his head over his shoulder, half-expecting to find the feisty sword-conjurer from before, only to be faced by an orange-eyed beauty.  Where the fuck had she come from?  Her entire demeanour reeked of a dangerous, don't-fuck-with-me air.  "Hey, who the fuck do you think you a-" He started, but she was gone.  Was she threatening him, or warning him?  Honestly, he couldn't tell.  Her appearance was such a shock that he'd barely been able to process the words before she was gone.

Attention was called back to the others and he shook his head, "Huh?  Oh, yeah, sounds like a rough fight...  What? You were trying to take on a whole gang yourself?"  He furrowed his brow, "Well then, what do we do about it?  We've all gotta eat, so where do we go?"

Quint crossed his arms, "The Sweepers?  And they didn't give you any for us?  Those guys have no communication skills..."  He mused, scratching the back of his head, "Well there's gotta be another despot somewhere?  We could just leave the city - I'm sure we could get a few to with us if the Sweepers aren't doing what they claim they set out to do.  Funny how they have morals until it's inconvenient.  We could always send Ma in after 'em.  Those guys wouldn't know what the fuck was going on before she left," He teased with a grin.  "They didn't drop anything into the Woods today, did they?  Most people won't go in there or notice if they did..."