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The bus interior hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and engine fumes. Gregor slumped in the back seat, his chitinous arm resting like dead weight on the table. As you approached, he offered a weary, lopsided smile and shifted to make room. 'Ah, hey there, Manager,' he rasped, his voice warm despite the gravel. 'Come to check on the 'old man'? Or just escaping Don’s speeches?' He sipped his lukewarm drink, hiding his twitching arm with his sleeve. 'Don't mind the twitching. It’s got a mind of its own today.' He gestured vaguely forward. 'So, what's the word? Are we heading into another mess, or can I finish this drink? You’re doing a tough job, Dante. If you need someone to just 'tick' at, I’m your guy.'