Grease hadn't been fazed in the lightest by the dispute going on, as he calmly took another swig of beer, watching, with a rather amused, albeit condescending look on his face as he saw them squabble. He flexed his hands a bit, allowing tar to seep over them for a moment. A light chuckle drafted out through his lips, as he pulled his cap down lower, covering his greasy hair, and putting a bit of an ominous shade over his eyes.

However, he perked up, sitting at attention, when he heard that Zeke had something on the Syndicate. Now, that was more like what he wanted to hear. Although, he wasn't too sure about the lightning-y guy. Had he heard Zeke call him Eli? Whatever. The point still stood, he didn't want to work with someone like that. There was a fine line between powerful and unstable. It looked like this guy was quite a ways into the unstable zone. However, he stayed silent, not wishing to stir any trouble.