[It was his song, long ago. Two sets of real hands playing music into his newfangled tape recorder, delighted at the playback. Something he still plays for people on occasion, but he spares V this time. Once that song's finished, he changes tunes.]

No. It doesn't. Especially when the survivors came after us, even though most of the ship's crew hadn't been directly involved. I ended up protecting a couple of kids the whole time.

Which they didn't care about. There were children and they wanted to go after the lot of us. [He says it in contempt, something V probably knows very well of him.]

Been doing what I can though, Boss. I keep track of the places we go, forms of currency we use, I've been stockpiling- speaking of which do not use the gold lighters in my drawer, those are incendiary grenades.

I've done a lot of prepwork [again] so now that you're here [back?] you'll have whatever you need.