"Down that way," he said, indicating another direction with a sweep of his right arm, "well, that leads to other territories. We got all sorts down here. There’s a great network of mail tunnels below the old sorting office complex, but it’s too much of a warren for anyone to live there. We guard some of the exits, and so do the Ratskinks. They’ve been allies of ours for a few years now. More of us stay alive that way. They’re good kids, most of ’em, though there’s the odd trancer and crazy. But then you get that kind anywhere."