He laughed. "Miss it? Sometimes. It was nice to know who the enemy is, who to take orders from, that sort of thing. but I could certainly do without the constant fear of destruction," he said. He looked around for that extra coffee cup Cleo had left and reached out for it.<br/>He took a sip of the bitter, foul liquid, but didn't complain. Caffeine was caffeine, even if he had gotten used to the<i>good</i>coffee upstairs, a perk of the job he was happy to have, and just as happy to not let on he had.<br/>"Not really. There are some heavyworlders in one of the brothels upstairs who can sort of handle me, but not well, I've broken a few bones and bruised a few insides, he winced slightly, looking at her, "I haven't been with another gray in a very long time. Not since my first, and only time on the front lines."