[Poison's sideways glance is cool and dismissive. Trying too hard? Better than not trying at all. Back home, there ain't a thing as too loud. Already know he's gonna die young, die screaming, die in a fiery conflagration that eats them alive.]

[It ain't nothing he ain't heard before, is the point here.]

Trust's got nothin' to do with it, babydoll. You can play with the junkpunks and microchips all y'want. I ain't here to shadowbox. The people've got fires in 'em, and I'm gonna let 'em know it.