"Well..." Alright, this guy might be a spray-paint-fume induced hallucination, but he seemed pretty badass. "Really? We've been going on the idea that bein' an Outsider is yer choice. S'long as ya can handle yerself and are willin' ta pitch in..." And aren't a hallucination. That part was important. But Slobo would let it drop for now.

".. Then go on in, and grab a room fer yerself."