“Really now? Ya look as busy as ‘nyone else ‘n this God-forsaken place.” He remarked in a slightly smug tone of voice. He was well aware that this place was a far cry from the comforts of the Vatican. But Anderson wasn’t the slightest bit concerned by this. Roanapur might be a living Hell for the people here, but it still paled in comparison tothe other “living Hell’s” he’s gone to, all of which he came out of alive.

“… I’m savin’ my energy for this undoubtedly important and interesting reason you have for wastin’ my time.”
She wasn’t a big fan of his tone; she hated when people swaggered on through the streets like they were better than anything here. Sure, Revy herself felt that way herself sometimes – but she’d been here for God knows how long. People like him? Unless he was a special snowflake, he wouldn’t make it a week here. … In fact, a week was a pretty big stretch.
“Ha, es tha’ so?!” The Catholic let out a rather amused chuckle, one that probably made him look more like the madman...
A single eyebrow twitched repeatedly with irritation. Oh, this guy. This fuckin’ guy. Even in Roanapur, she wasn’t used...