"That's good to hear." He rubs the back of his neck, wincing at the thought of. "The coppers are most likely going to try and pin the blame on us since it'll be easier than looking for a guy who tried to bleed some hobo dry through the neck. That's a fuckin' weird way of getting black market blood or get in a gang but hey. Guess the kids are all 'bout makin' waves or something."

This is definitely in the 'something' category because he cannot, for the life of him, understand why a kid would do this sort of thing to join a gang. Peer pressure can only explain so much after all.