If anything at all this is a chance to practice improvisation in the real world on the precipice of a fight. A negotiation, and several layers to the conversation all happening in the hopes for bending the other's will.

Izzy Hands is not about to engage with that. Not right now. Not while he's on mission. The girl's request is fair and if he had more time he would gladly accept, not one to back down to a challenge, but there are more important things afoot.

She has the information he wants, yes, maybe, but there's no guarantee and the noise could draw attention of other captives or worse, the crew.

No, he can't fight right now. Not for pleasure.

"These halls are so big they echo," he says, gesturing lightly.

"If we were to fight it would make such a ruckus that ghost crew above would come running. Puts a bit of a spanner in my plan, don't you think."