Rachel floated slowly in a counter clockwise direction as the Captain spoke. She knew she had touched a potential nerve bringing up the man, but one way or another they were going to meet and when they did he would have to come to terms with the fact that his father and Rachel worked together. How Slavko Senior would react to seeing Rachel was another matter, they did not part under particularly positive circumstances. “Did not mean to sound condescending Cap,” she was upside down now, but her head was still level with Damian and Henry’s, she took a sip from her bulb before continuing, “you don’t usually hear of Black Sky operatives successfully going clear, de Collective always tries to reel deir people back in...” She had to tread carefully, she wanted to gauge the type of man Damian’s father had become, but before he could reply Henry interjected with a question about the Goons from the Saxons now disbanded crew. “If know dem mi, dey will be either fighting or drinking, probably at de same time,” she replied and as if on cue, a yelp could he heard followed by the sound of smashing bulbs. The three Kanyari crews head snapped around to the end of the bar where from a limp body of a gangly belter floated up towards the entrance, a trail of blood drifting from his nose in a trail of droplets that orbited the body like tiny scarlet satellites. At the end of the bar, two burly men covered in tattoos, both wearing handlebar moustaches and bowler hats laughed harshly before demanding their bulbs be refilled. “What did I tell you?” Rachel said to Henry, before finishing her bulb and motioning to the bartender for another.