[ Silco lingered outside of the door -- without invitation, he'd heard he couldn't enter -- and instead pulled a cigar out from one of the pockets in his vest, and lit it quickly, a small pack of matches all that he could get to last long enough here. His lighter had dissipated to dust quicker than he'd like -- the impermanence in this realm was... aggravating.

He blew out a little puff of smoke, before he shook his head at Jinx's...usual antics. ]

Why do you think I wear mine? [ He asked, his tone eluded to the joke lying there. The jacket had always made Silco look bigger, like a lizard's frill, to make the crime lord look less small and easily intimidated. Sure, he wouldn't have been balked at the first sign of an aggressive thug, but... it was best to just nip that impulse in the bud. ]

There isn't much here, though. The city's where we'll find the most... activity. There's even a... [ A wave of his hand, as if to suggest it's middling. ] Halfway decent area where all the bars and other houses of ill repute lie.

[ Certainly not Zaun, but... any activity is better than no activity. ]