[ Better a paper fan than some other weapons of choice with people like this. Lancer aggressively rolls his eyes, waving his hand in a flourish to the crowd. ]

Kid, look around. Everyone's a cheat.

[ Some of them probably got in with actual criminal records for fraud and forgery. Trying to pick a fight for the side of Right was a lost cause, though when he's done being melodramatic, Lancer looks sidelong to him, not without some sympathy. ]

Don't expect any honest business from these guys and it'll save you a lotta headache. [ And heartache, in some cases. ] Speakin' of— [ Here's their next dealer, a guy who fits the sleazy black market bill to a T, the brim of his hat shading his eyes but not a crooked smile. He nudges Keith towards the goods in question as he engages. ] I hear you got some product in? Got a brother on Leith who could use a pick-me-up.