[Dodger gives him a serious nod, pausing to take a drag from his cigarette and let that information sink in.]

I was an information broker back home. Off-and-on, anyway... whenever I had free time. [He cocks his head to the side.] Main job was just running errands for this guy that had control over New York. Usually just boring crap - kill this, grab that, get paid.

[Things are weirdly slow in Riverview, compared to the erratic schedules and weekend bar fights he's used to. He's gotten in a few fights already - Reaper might notice the traces of an old black eye, now that they're properly regarding each other - but he's back to feeling out of place and being in charge of himself, both things he dislikes equally.]

Why bother with shitty security jobs? You seem like you could cause some real havoc if you set your mind to it.