"I ain' know nothin' 'bout no Omicrons," Clif says dismissively. He turns and gestures to the room of Rogues with his beer, "And I ain' sure if I'd call any of them Wolves or targets'a any sort." Clif surpressed the urge to just spill his problems as of late, but resisted. No reason to tell someone he didn't know about such things.
"Thinkin' a problems, I ain' never even hear your name or where ya from, boyo. Why don' we start with that. I'm thinkin' ya already know who Clif is."
