Dylan couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it. He wasn't one to buy into positions of altruism, and the idea that a drug lord like Marc would actually care about his people. Besides, Dave didn't look like someone who wasn't in danger of an overdose. There was something Marc got out of all these people that he save, their loyalty, for one thing, and their work. That conclusion was enough to satisfy Dylan's curiosity and, fortunately, enough to keep him from questinging Marc's motives to Dave, the most devoted of them all, as far as he could tell. "No." Dylan agreed, taking a puff on his cigarette, "There's no guys where I come from who would do what he does." He grinned, "They're all too stupid, for one thing. Something in the water."