[ Ah, but Dearka, trying to distract Silco, who never gives up a line of attack, isn't one to be distracted. ]

I frankly don't care, the mechanics aren't of interest to me.

[ Has he heard a detailed treatise on what an airship is like and how it functions? His daughter is a mechanical genius who loves to talk, of course he has. That being said, Silco hasn't retained a lick of it, so therefore: ]

Now, I'll be clear with you on one thing. [ He turns fully around now, leveling the power of his unblinking, black and orange stare through the gap in the seats, a sneer on his face. He's ugly, this man. A scar that runs from his hairline down to his lips, fetid and rotting, like the skin has peeled back only to reveal the rot underneath. His teeth misshapen, his lips scarred. This man has seen Some Shit, and he looks to be fully using the appearance of this to his advantage. ]

Laws and rules are threats, and the only good they serve is to keep the people in power comfortable and safe in their places of power. By enforcing petty laws, they use it as a bludgeon to keep the people so overwhelmed by the little crimes that they never look to the ones happening around them.

[ I close my eyes. ]

So forgive me if I see these robots' regulations as merely trying to keep one quiet and complacent.

[ His hand is still there, still palm up, fingers gesture to ask for it again. ]

I will ask nicely for it only one last time.