Dodger groans in annoyance. None of this is saleable information. At best, it sounds vague and made up. And by the look on the panicking man's face he's sure it is.

"Fuck do you know about crime..." Dodger pinches the bridge of his nose briefly, "Inventions. New political figures. Fashion sorts of things - that's what people care about, what's it fuckin' matter if life is hell on the surface?"