"Sounds like some mobster shit, K." Ash says it with a laugh but he's serious. The Glass Walker has cops and mobsters in his pocket, no other way to do real business in New York. Obtaining a tank absolutely sounds like something he would source through a made man.

"Probably better that I don't know." His coping mechanisms aren't always healthy and he has a tendency to let himself get lost in those darker emotions.

There is a nod of approval and agreement to Kavinsky's answer. Ash wasn't expecting to meet someone who could understand how that felt but here he was, answering that question in a way Ash might have answered it for himself. "We have that in common. Being the go to guy. The guy that makes shit happen." He snorted out a soft laugh through his nose. "Wasn't expecting we would have much in common, sweetheart. Surprise, surprise."