"Trouble?" Arcade repeats, amused skepticism practically dripping off the word. It sounds so... underwhelming, though, as a concept - considering what it is they both get up to on the daily.

He shakes his head, tallying up a couple of weeks' worth of minor issues and annoyances and finding nothing of particular note. Which is good, really. Ideal. "No missing limbs and no recent emergencies, I think that's the best we can hope for, out here.

"My side of things tends to be pretty boring, though. Or at least quieter, I'm sure."