Blackbeak Bluff the trick to life is not to get too attached to it

his solitute is interrupted by the welcome presence of their shadowy leader. samothes dips his head in greeting, shifting to allow constantine to come closer should he wish and to face him more fully to speak. "well, thank you," he returns, any hint of his churning thoughts absent from his smooth tones, "how are you?" 

formalities settled, the messeda looks back to the coast, his expression turning thoughtful. "it's gotten busy around here," he comments mildly, sure constantine is as aware as he of the sudden increase in neighbors. if nothing else, it's worth speaking about it, seeing if the shadowrunner has any opinion on their position amongst the lot.