[ The sight of her arm does draw his eye, he looked at it, head tipped in curiosity. It's so...different than anything else he'd seen before. Curious, unusual. He still didn't know what it was, specifically. Other than clearly "the worst", but at least he can recognize what it looked like, which was at least better than nothing. ]

Good. One should never give up the opportunity for revenge.

[ He says it like it's a fact of life. Normal. Because of course it is. ]

As for what I am... think of me as someone who produces goods. [ Drugs. ] I own factories where things are produced, and I distribute them where people demand them.