Without looking up, Bender shook his head and sighed. "Don't think so." he replied simply. It was true, no one in this city actually knew him, let alone some guy with a rough English accent. Inspecting the rock he had in his gloved hand, he glared and tossed it out into the traffic as hard as he could. As he had hoped, it smacked straight into some poor business guy's window and cracked.
When the man beside him failed to move he looked up and raised an eye-brow. Well, well. A pirate, maybe he was the one who had the rum. "Aren't you that.. rum guy?" he asked apprehensively.