"Ain't got one." Anneke says, pausing for a moment. "Well, sorta. Ain't very good though." She picks up the water and sips it, holding the cup between both hands. "Got stabbed by a ganger. Got away and hid in Treasure Ship, that's where they found me." The man narrows his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and then leans back as he raises a brow. "Let's try this again," he begins, resting his hands within his lap, fingers interlacing. "I don't care if you want to be quick or concise, but let's hear it with more accuracy towards events and timings. Specifics." "Come quietly," he advises.