He struggles a few more times as she explains, but it's perfunctory at best. It's Rick's tech, she says, and that's all she needs to say before he utters a long, angry sigh, eyes rolling, and releases her accordingly. Of course it's Rick's tech. Who else would it be?

"Fuck," he says inelegantly. "You know it'd help if he got all his custies to wear nametags or something. Just so I don't go picking off his goddamn clientele."

Not that he doesn't anyway, but he only does so for the people on the mutant side. He'd do the same for Rick if Rick's entire business weren't so impenetrable and airtight.