[It reminds him a little of a certain ex-pilot he used to work with. The way he flickered from sight, leaving a trail of something in the air, only to return in a flash. But different enough not to give him that age-old sense of irritation. No, instead, he just watches as the guy drinks from the cup he admits to stealing, a snort escaping from him in response.]

Yes, go ahead. Tell security detail that you're going around stealing drinks. That won't get you into trouble.

[As showoffish as that sentence is, the guy doesn't seem to be making any sort of move to reprimand him, anyway. He either really just doesn't care enough about the theft, or he feels those who get stolen from and don't notice aren't worth the effort.

Dodger can decide. For now, he thinks of a proper answer to the others' question. 'Blasting death metal and brooding' probably isn't too far from a good answer.]

I'm not some hedonist constantly thinking about a thrill. If I wasn't here, I'd be doing a more important job. Like fighting off those creatures outside the wall, or fixing my weapons for another expedition out there.

Something more worthwhile than standing around watching people waste energy and money.