Arthur smiled at her, but it was a false, uneven smile. He was not a very good Hamlet; he didn't have the false joy or the angry madness. "Why wouldn't I be?" Arthur was a man that didn't like being controlled, not by a badly-dreamed City, and he was not going to stand around and do nothing, not until there was not another tactical alternative. He touched the die inside his coat pocket, and then let it drop.
"It was nice to meet you, Fred Burkle." It was a farewell, but he didn't turn just yet.