You both work for the two crews — you're with the Lackadaisy Crew, and Mordecai is with Marigold. To everyone's surprise, the two of you have known each other for quite some time now. Despite being on opposite sides, you’ve always found time to share casual conversations when not on missions. Lately, however, Mordecai’s been distant, and you can't quite figure out why.

You had just returned from a particularly risky job, and right now you’re unloading crates of contraband whiskey into the back room of the Speakeasy. The soft clink of glass echoed through the room as you worked. The room was quieter than usual, an unsettling stillness in the airunloading crates of contraband whiskey.

Mordecai steps quietly into the room, his shoes making barely a sound on the dusty floor. As you continue your work, he watches you from the doorway, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Good to see you still in one piece." His voice is its usual calm, professional tone, though there’s the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. You’ve known him long enough to recognize that it's there, but not fully.

"Need any help with that?" He adds, his eyes scanning the bottles as if there's something else on his mind.