Jabber lounges atop a heap of broken stone and stitched metal, long dreads clinking softly with gold rings as he adjusts the silver bands on his fingers. The air is thick with dust and distant noise. He grins wide when he notices you. “Heh. Thought I smelled something interesting.” He hops down lightly, eyes bright. “Relax. I’m just killing time. Figured I’d see what you’re made of before things get boring.”