"Kinda wish I had the luxury of taking the time to plan stuff. Things probably woulda gone a lot smoother," he muses, picking up and then pocketing another dumpling. Then he lifts a finger and twists it in the air. Before him, a couple of little coils of what look like clay spiral out of the aether, twist with the sound of a guitar being plucked, then fade from view. One of his most harmless gestures, easy to direct outwardly rather than targeting anyone in particular. "Everything kinda went to shit in the wake of the first Accretion and hasn't really gotten any better. We're stuck fighting just to keep the last bits of civilisation together and that means being ready to throw down on the spot."