"You got me. I'm recycling." He's almost sort-of up-cycling, so it's not far off. It's just that he mostly up-cycles the sides of buildings that aren't strictly his to up-cycle.

His nostrils flare. Who does this guy think he is, anyway? Not long ago, werewolves were getting strung up for sport around here. He can't just go wandering around like he belongs. Granted that's exactly what Party had done and right into Islington's territory, too, but he'd known what he'd been doing at least. He's also been kind of fucked up at the time, too, but that's neither here nor there.

"Might wanna pay better attention. You gotta watch where you go in this city if you don't wanna get fucked up."