[This time, Johnny takes a moment before replying—takes an extra long drag of his cigarette—as though he had already let too much of him unravel via his eagerness to let the problem be known. For all his casual flippancy, he’s always been guarded in everything else. Makes him hard to like sometimes, but also makes it hard for other people to find those cracks in the armor.]

Mean what I said. Tricky.

[Helpful.]

Woman I’m lookin’ for is a big time merc. Made a lot of connections in her time — lots of friends, lots of enemies. Doesn’t take small potatoes work anymore, unless she’s feelin’ particularly soft on any given day. [From that alone, it’s obvious there’s at least a keen sense of familiarity between the two.] But this job? This job was somethin’ else.

[Johnny idly wiggles a foot crossed on an ankle, still hiked up on Juzo’s desk.]

You like casinos?