XGloria: So that's l'milice. Never had no dealings with them.
From the Rose Gold's third story, the noise of the bustling casino floor was a background growl. Gloria turned away from the balcony overlooking her domain to the curved settee where Murdoch slouched. Behind them, Nik and the Rose Gold guard stood vigil on either side of the curtained door, their silent competition for most expressionless interrupted only briefly by the entrance of a blonde with a tray.

'Reckon you'll get your bounty lifted?' Gloria slunk her way to the other end of the settee.

'Non.'

She lifted her eyebrows and took a wineglass from the proffered tray. 'Can't pay enough?'

'It ain't about the money.' Murdoch took a whiskey. 'I could get the kid alone he might be fool enough to make promises, but that capitaine gonna smile, eat my salt, an' let nothin' through hi teeth. I hurt they pride.' He sipped the whiskey, then set it aside. 'Pride about all la milice got.'

Gloria snorted. 'No surprise, if that how they do business.' She narrowed her eyes at the hovering blonde, who stuck out her lip and withdrew. Gloria's watchful gaze followed her to the door before she turned back to Murdoch. 'But you ain't come up from Sullivan just to buy drinks for some proud capitaine.

'Non.' Murdoch reached into his jacket, pulling out a datapad.

Murdoch: Need some black tea.