[Silco would have replied that none of these were 'his people', but he understood that doing so would alienate some of the other Chosen. Most likely wouldn't care, but this one seemed to be overprotective amid a group of strangers. There were only two from the Undercity, and one of those he'd be more than overjoyed to see dead.]

So take the middle ground as you choose.

[He was walking away, reaching into his inner coat pocket to remove his metal cigar case so he could pull one out and slip it between his lips. He paused at the verbal barb, making a point to lean over to cover the cigar as he lit it up. He stood and tucked a hand into his coat pocket, eyeing the other man.]

Oh but you saved me, so I'm certain I can find my way without much trouble unless the flank is lost.