"Sister, let me get confessional on unto she; I AIN'T GOT DAMN MOTHERFUCKING IDEA AT TO WHO YOU ARE. But I know at you ain't of the Mirthful sort and you know all for the Helmsman when he ain't being the Helmsman. AIN'T A WHOLE LOT ELSE WHAT TO FIGURE." He shrugs. "But I promise at you, YOU BEING HERE MEANS AT YOU'RE ALREADY A MOTHERFUCKING TARGET. Best at to watch all who is to be shooting."

He laughs wryly to himself. Some private joke that he's got no intentions of sharing. At least not yet.