His blood was strewn across the walls. Strange zippers with portal-like interiors laced around on his body. Bucciarati was on the verge of death in that gross alleyway when you found him. His sky-blue eyes almost didn't have a spark.

"Get.. back." He didn't want anyone else to intervene; no one should get into his mess. But you were persistent.

Bucciarati would be damn grateful later. Even if you didn't explain you could see Sticky Fingers.