The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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Dervin halfway looked up at Al-Rashid and nodded to the man. "Work," was his simple, but polite answer. And it wasn't that Dervin didn't hear the 'scuffle' start behind him, but he found it hard to care. The video on which is attention was focused was the very one that Clif had given him; surveillance footage that he wanted to edit. His wine, long since warmed to room temperature, was suddenly spilled on his lap from a participant of the growing brawl. A shorter man looked at Dervin as if it were his fault.

Returning the sneer, he flicked his dull blade in one hand and shoved it deep into the stomach of the enraged dwarf. The man howled in pain and doubled over. Dervin casually put his boot on the fellow's head and shoved him back onto the floor before returning to make sure the wine hadn't damaged his datapad. He ignored the gasps and the continued brawl behind him.