Nina was not going to be disappointed. Sparrow held up four fingers. "Four weeks. On average." He dropped his fingers again and let himself slouch a little. "Early onset symptoms include lethargy and malaise. You know. Feeling out of sorts. Then within one to three months, you start getting the rest. Would you want to know what those are?"
"Guns. Before guns, they ran drugs, but when I got in charge, we changed the rules." No use trying to hide it if she'd already followed into what he'd meant. It wasn't like she could take any legal action against him, and she definitely couldn't drag him down to hand him over the City Police.
Besides, who cared about some measly little guns crossing borders in this fucked up nightmare world they were living in now?
"I hear they make men sexier," he said. "And women more interested. Mm. It makes things easier. But it doesn't mean I'm safe. There'll always be scurvy." It was delivered in a deadpan, but he couldn't help the slight uptick of the corner of his mouth. One of his fears, surely. But also a matter about which many jokes could be made, until it arrived at his door to haunt him.