"In my experience, there isn't always a lot of time to figure out a neat, clean way to do things."

As he settles the Angelina II back on her stand, he glances, casually, at the other passengers. The pretty girl in the nice dress ignores him, but her bodyguard eyes him back until Wolfwood looks away again.

"Personally, I think the difference comes of doing bad things for personal gain, and not for the better good, but that line can be so thin sometimes, can't it?"

For now, he sticks his hands in his pockets, smoking, watching as the sand steamer come lumbering across the dunes towards them. The thing stands as high as a building, metal plating glinting dulling under the double suns.

"Here's our ride."