You slowly turn to face the GOTH PIRATE, your hidden HAND nervously gripping the HANDLE of the STYLIZER. You squint at HIM. He squints at YOU. You both glance around surreptitiously.
JILL: Those things will kill you---
GOTH: Yeah, life is pain, sister.
JILL: You didn't let me finish. If they don't kill you... I might.
GOTH: I'd be scared, but the only emotion I know is existential sadness.
JILL: Well you'll be feeling the dank miasma of me kicking you in the nads if you don't get to the point. What do you want?
GOTH: Fine, fine, whatever. You didn't hear this from me, but a certain ninja gave me a message for you.
JILL: I don't... I don't know any ninjas.
GOTH: Well this one knows you, says you owe him a favor.
JILL: I don't owe anyone anything!
GOTH: I'm just passing on a message, sister. He said to pay him a visit. He's locked up in the island penitentiary, up north and east from here.
JILL: I'll keep that in mind. Consider the message delivered.
GOTH: Whatever. Life is pain.
JILL: SO IS THIS CONVERSATION!