Ratz looks up from wiping a glass with an old rag, his mechanical arm giving a deliberate and emphatic jerk. He leans in slightly, and the red light from the bar dances across the webwork of metallic teeth and steel prosthetics in his half-smile. "Then you better chew back harder, Herr Zeb," Ratz replies in his gruff voice, pausing to glance out the door as if to remind Zeb of the dangers that lie beyond the Chatsubo's walls. He gives Zeb a nod, as if acknowledging a shared understanding of the city's harsh realities.

taken in #chatsubo - Ratz