With the sixth sense only an opportunist scavenger would have, Misfire spots Ango from across the park and makes a beeline for him. Whether they've met before or not doesn't matter, as the garishly dressed man speaks to him with the same level of familiarity.

"Hey loser, nice haul!" He speaks with a distinct American twang as he surveys the goods on display, "You got anyone to share it with?"

He tries to frame it as an innocent question, but his motives are transparently clear.