Matty looks at the three of you, for the first time feeling like he is a part of the team and not working to earn his keep.
"I really appreciate you guys trying to look out for me, but in case you haven't heard, us orks don't have anything but short, brutal lives. Look, I ain't trying to get with this cloak and dagger stuff, but I know that once I get out of here I can get a new ID and maybe find a chop shop to work in, maybe even go legit that way, sort of. Inside the shadows or out, my options are a lot better there than here. Look, I do tools, not guns, and it was looking like I was going to go this route anyway. Meeting you might be the only way I do it right."
Matty thinks a moment and reaches behind him, pulling out the piece he had stowed, a Ruger Super Warhawk, he offers it to the group. "Like I said I do tools, not guns, but some guys had been working on me to join a crew as muscle. I do't even know how to use this thing."
"Look, if it helps at all, I know this guy we are flying with, that is why I asked for him, he ain't a local and his ride is top notch from what I heard. Forget what Mazzarini said, he won't screw us over, but the other stuff is true, Tony runs things around here, he can shut us down if we don't work with him, or make it just as expensive to try another route, just for his own kicks"