"There is no back." Dodger mutters. His tone is much more sullen without a bottle in his hand. "If there was half the working class wouldn't be here. Ryan built it to be a fly's trap, see- you can wriggle in but there's no way back out. And I wouldn't be surprised if someone's gotten killed trying - this whole place is supposed to be a big secret and all."

Which is bullshit. And he's known that since the day he got smuggled into the city by the thugs in Neptune's Bounty. But going too far into that risks giving out personal information.

He pauses and glances down at the man. "You know, having company is pleasant and all but unless you've got something worth my while I'm running outta patience for showing you the ropes." From his tone, it's clear he'd rather receive compensation than just be left alone.