"Yeah, my clients are some of the most wanted folk in the city right now. Made themselves a good amount of trouble."

He sits cross-legged and squints off in the direction of the building, everything a blur of lovely lights and themed colors and dull, Golden Age blandness. Tempered by the fact that it's within sight of this lackluster, poorly kept building. Thank god for economic instability even in a controlled place like this.

"And if I don't look out for 'em, I can't figure out the Head's transport tech. An' I will goddamn get my hands on that roadmap if I gotta and get my old ass out of here. I'm sure people'd want the help movin' on, too. But right now, I gotta make sure these damn fools don't get themselves killed."

The Heart don't make the best decisions, but he needs them to survive long enough that he can get access to that mess of a Head.