Damned thing.
Ah. There.

[To say that Sebastian Moran is still figuring out how his bracelet works beyond the most basic of functions would be kind. Still, he's managing a video feed decently, even if it's a bit unsteady since he's holding his arm to position the bracelet with no idea how to fix the position of the feed device.

Still. A for effort.]

Now.

You'll pardon the interruption, I hope. Jus' got t' wonderin' 'bout somethin'.

I understand, of course, that things in this city cost. Everythin' does, after all. One way or another.

Wot I'm wonderin', y'see, is whether these "gods" can -- for somethin' of equal value, even like a favour -- bring something of personal value. Like they brought all of us.

I'd be grateful, certainly, if anyone could tell me.

[He's not comfortable with speaking to the strange screen the bracelet is capable of making appear.

But this option allows for something similar enough to a typewriter that he can function reasonably well with it.]

I am still learning my way around this place, and I should be grateful for assistance.

I would like to know what sort of work there is, for I am not a man keen on being idle. I don't have many skills as a labourer, however, but I served in Her Majesty's Army for nearly twenty years. Soldier by profession, hunter by hobby. A good shot, but I doubt there is much in that line of work here. Still, I should be glad to give most work a try, particularly for a salary.

In addition, I suppose there is nowhere to hunt here. Is there a place where, once I have the necessary funds, I may purchase a firearm of some sort? I should not like to fall out of practice, and I would be much more comfortable, I admit, knowing I've at least a revolver at the ready. Old habits, you understand.

Thank you kindly for any assistance you can provide and your time, whether or not assistance can be provided.

- Col S. Moran