Mickey suppresses a grin long enough to light a smoke. Watching Hammer and
Dana go at it, however briefly, makes him want to laugh. Hammer’s ex-corporate
mercenary approach just doesn’t work in the streets. Down in the streets, you
gotta chill, stroke people’s egos. Trying to hammer people into line only gets
their backsides into a huff and drives them out. And when the person you’re
hammering is not only your bedmate but a mage besides, you’re just jerking your
own chain. The mages Mickey has met up till now have all been twisted fraggers 
and Dana’s no exception. She’s so hosed up over spit she can’t tell her money
from her mouth.