[ Amos hums, lone and toneless, as he takes a second to gaze at their surroundings with blackened eyes. They've only just begun to exist in this space — or at least, he's pretty sure Kowloon is relatively new for Silco too — but there is something to the way the both of them immediately fit in, something to the way that they're both likely to spend a fair bit of time here worming their way into their respective corners, and something to the way that not everybody of their ilk will be able to say the same.

Eyes back on Silco's. ]

Yeah. I wouldn't worry about it though. What're the chances any of them get to it, and someone like us doesn't? That thing isn't getting away; one way or another, it's gonna die.

[ A beat, a tilt of his head. ]

You anticipating trouble?

[ Because if his tone is anything to go by, Amos certainly isn't. ]