Majima shrugs emphatically. "Other people doin' what people always do -- comin' up with shitty ways to kill or fuck each other over. Worst case scenario, maybe avoiding a nuclear holocaust. The Cold War's still a thing."

Katsuya's day job -- or that knowing smile? -- doesn't elicit a visible reaction from the assuredly-not-yakuza. "Shoulda known. I was gettin' that stiff police vibe off ya."

He teeters his cigarette between his fingers, then gives it a quick flick to knock off some ash. "How's the force in your world? Back home, most precincts I've seen've been crawlin' with dirty cops."