"I'm sorry, sir," Seamy started. "We was just, ah..." His tongue tangled aorund the excuse and the alcohol and Sypher sneered. "You're disgusting," he told both of them, then let them fall from the wall with a thud before waving his hand to make them suddenly clean, showered, and not bloody.
"You're in luck, boys," he said as he headed back to his desk while they both attempted to right themselves and had a seat. "Some work has become available."