[Simon loves a good fight, and one day dreams of having enough confidence to enter the ring. He's a little sweaty, but that's just from all the excitement.

He quirks an eyebrow upwards when he notices another member of the Displaced. The Glow makes them unmistakable.]

Yeah! I'm pretty sure they do.

[He places a pensive fist beneath his chin.]

If you don't have one, I'm positive you can't go anywhere, or else... The feds'll catch ya? Do they even call them that here? Boy, I wonder...

That's what they told us when they were gettin' us set up at the Safehouse, anyway.