Drake nodded and gave a little grunt of assent. Those resources the Carnival had as an entity were one of the many considerations he had entertained before making his decision to try and rejoin this life. That staff who knew how to work around increasingly restrictive government regulations was one of the many things Drake no longer had access to or couldn't afford.
The way things had been going, he had actually been considering becoming muscle for the mob in exchange for such services. He had few compunctions regarding hurting or killing, especially humans. But he knew deep down that it might come to pass that he'd be asked to slaughter whole families or opposing clans, and that might bring up too many painful memories. For a moment he saw his sweet baby brother Devon's face in his mind's eye, and what he might have looked like fighting for his life or begging for mercy. He had to clamp it down hard, and a look passed over his face like he had just tasted and swallowed spoiled meat. No, he didn't think he was up to that at all.
He put his signature to the papers without hesitation. This was most definitely a much healthier option, he thought, pushing the signed papers back towards Arkady. "Well, looks like I have a lease to break. I'll be back to look at that trailer later, if you got one to sell. You got any place in the back yard where I can drop my stuff in the meantime? There's gotta be a vacant possum belly somewhere, right? Only 'til I got my own space. I pack light, these days."