"Pack's betting on us." Andal's breath tickles Tevis' ear.
Tevis rolls a cigarette between his fingers, "When don't they?"
He pops it in his mouth and leans his head back on Andal's shoulder. The Vanguard lights it.
"Whose cut you taking?
Andal smirks, "Shiro's."
Tevis barks a laugh.
