[ There's no real down time in the Crossing—a perk, as far as Jimmy's concerned—but he tries to pick a moment on the heels of a successful gouging (not that kind), when Batthour's still riding the high of having taken some poor sap for everything they have. And hey, if he can get a little taste of how the guy operates, so much the better.
Jimmy's easy to peg as an outsider, wearing raggedy, too-small clothes about whose provenance he doesn't care to speculate. He's tried to offset the shabbiness by rolling up his sleeves—making it look deliberate—but the jury's out on whether it has the intended effect. Anyway, once there's an opportunity to get a word in, he seizes it: ] Batthour, right? You gotta be. I love to see a professional at work.
too kind!
Jimmy's easy to peg as an outsider, wearing raggedy, too-small clothes about whose provenance he doesn't care to speculate. He's tried to offset the shabbiness by rolling up his sleeves—making it look deliberate—but the jury's out on whether it has the intended effect. Anyway, once there's an opportunity to get a word in, he seizes it: ] Batthour, right? You gotta be. I love to see a professional at work.