“I didn’t piss in it, you know.”The bar stool scraped against grimy wooden floor planks as Jesse dragged it across to the warrior he’d just bought a drink. Not even that ornate mask could hide the the other man’s distaste and distrust.“Why are you here?” came the voice from behind it, with a robotic filter that made Jesse’s eyes widen with interest.The cowboy tipped his own cup back and sighed. “You killed a lot of people in Hanamura - easy! Do I look like a cop? This isn’t an arrest, this is a thank you,” he drummed his fingers on the side of the cup in front of the mysterious warrior, “For doing my job for me. And a peace offering.”He tipped his hat, drained the last of his drink and headed for the door, just in case. He’d seen what the warrior left behind.