It caused no offense for him that his words were discounted. Once some few decades ago, he would have been the exact same way. At Ekko's age, he was still daydreaming about the nation of Zaun and only starting to gain the determination to think he could make it happen. Now he had age and experience, but he was also enemy number one when it came to the Firelights from his street information. They had sympathizers too, and he had no interest in stifling the revolution until they began to get bolder. Even then, he had bigger fish to fry, so to speak.

This place was likely to change the dynamic he knew. There was no undercity, no Shimmer, no overarching politics and as far as he could tell, no oppressive obvious force worth overthrowing. There were just some people from his city and a mixture of strangers. "What does that matter?" Scheming still remained one of his favourite activities.

He smirked and withdrew from leaning too close, reorganizing the items for Jinx under his arm. "Suit yourself. No doubt you'll be tagging at the heels of the sister in no time anyhow." There were likely far worse jobs to have out in this place, but they haven't yet discovered them.