He chuckles. "All my life, chummer. The sprawl’s my home. I was born here, and when it’s time to die, it’s as good a place as any." He’s silent for a moment, and I can see him getting his thoughts in order. "The Tsimshian nation’s just basically bad news," he says finally. "Intertribal squabbles tearing it up, the Haida and Kwakiutl underclass against the Tsimshian and Tlingit power bloc. Maybe it’s the national government wanting to finish off the ‘Haida problem’ once and for all. Or maybe it’s the Haida National Front wanting to geek the government. Or maybe it’s not tribally motivated at all.